I’m Kathleen Gibson! I hold the pen that scribbles Sunny Side Up. Over my writing career I’ve had the privilege of writing for media large and small, including a brief stint as a magazine editor (long enough to remember why I chose writing instead–saved by a massive downsizing!). I also enjoyed several years of regular assignments with one of my childhood favourite magazines, Reader’s Digest. But none of those has meant as much to me personally as Sunny Side Up, my long-time weekly faith and life newspaper column. Among other newspapers and online, it’s still published weekly where it first began in 2001, on the church page of Yorkton This Week.
My books Practice by Practice–The Art of Everyday Faith, (Word Alive Press, 2010) — a compilation of some of the favorite Sunny Side Up columns, and West Nile Diary: One Couple’s Triumph Over a Deadly Disease. (BPSBooks, 2009) are available through the publisher’s websites, bookstores and on Amazon sites.
Sunny Side Up is really a family affair, because beloved friends and family, God love ‘em, (and protect me from litigation) appear often in these columns. My husband, Rick (a.k.a. The Preacher) and I have two children, and
one two three four five SIX, grandchildren – to us, the cutest, human be’ins in the world. (I call them my beans in my columns, if you ever wonder. That’s #5 with me up there).
One more title comes to mind–the one I like best. Child. God calls me that in the quiet of my spirit when he wants my attention (often). Though I write about many things–holy and otherwise–my faith is intrinsic to all my words. Long before Facebook, Pinterest, cell phones, or email, Jesus Christ issued me an invitation to become his friend. I accepted, and he welcomed me into his (sometimes rather messy and troublesome, I hate to admit) tribe of born-again pagans. (Others are welcome to join anytime!)
My favourite clergyman (retired now) and I have lived in Saskatchewan, the province dab-smack in the middle of the Canadian prairies, for over two and a half decades. Some years, it feels as though we have only two seasons: winter and mosquitoes. Nevertheless, of all the places on our beleagured, beloved planet, this is the one that most constantly beckons me home. To Hope House, as we call our place, to my red writing cottage, to our precious – and precocious – pets, and most of all to our friends and nearby family. For now, anyway.
Welcome here–and go well on all your rivers. God’s cheer, from the Preacher and me!