Stories and Thoughts

A mothers day tribute to Hazel - the woman who began a chain of love.

Footprints or Deep Ruts

“Fullerton pack up your books and go home.” I remember those words clearly. The paper dart game had been going on for some time in the...

The Darkest Night

Growing up on the Canadian prairies, just a touch south of latitude 52, I have witnessed the splendor of the midsummer sun’s gradual...

Genesis

Charles Dickens begins his novel, David Copperfield, “To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record I was born.” Like David...

The Power of Hope

“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope,” Bernard Williams. Recently we celebrated our daughter’s...

November, the Cruelest Month

“November is the cruelest month,” stated poet Jamie Moore. September is beautiful with cooler temperatures, ripening fruit, and the...

Golden Memories

October is the golden month. I am old enough to experience harvesting prairie crops done by binders, sheaves, and threshing machines. The...

Canada Day

My mother was born July 1st.. She loved Canada, but by a quirk of fate, she was born in Lansing, Michigan and thus an American. At three...

Banished

The summer I turned sixteen, my father banished me to a remote farm. Mother was away that summer upgrading her teaching certificate. Dad...

Easter Eggs and Chocolate Bunnies

As grandparents we watched our two granddaughters, Kathryn and Carling search for Easter eggs at our home and yard some years ago....

Musings of a Modern Pilgrim

“And what’s your reason for walking the Camino?” The pilgrim slackened his pace to match mine. My glance revealed a tall, dark...

Who Touched Me

In the early seventies, large billboards appeared along Winnipeg streets. The billboards had two words, “Touch Me”.

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