For The Joy of Lists – for us who live by lists.
Since the trail that edges the farmer’s field is snow packed and icy, I decide my red winter boots with built…
When Solitude Refreshes; Companionship Enlivens
When I think about my childhood, memories of summer mornings at the neighbourhood creek, fall afternoons at the school park, and…
Let’s Begin Again – it’s never too late
Just before church the other day, a young mom said to me that she likes talking to older people. She turned…
Transformative Power of Stories
It is a cold grey sky kind of winter afternoon as I write in my lovely She Shed that lies just…
A Time for Grace
My late mother would probably be surprised to know that I find myself muttering her words over and over when that…
Jasper Memories
As I write this evening, we still do not know the extent of the damage from the current forest fires in…