Especially at times when I wasn’t supposed to My cousin, Angela, was exactly a year and a month older than me. But we got along as if we were twin sisters. She was one of my most favourite playfellows. I … Continue reading
Or, my two favourite late-night delights As a young child, my bedtime was 8:00 p.m. Many kids today may balk at that early hour but I had no problem going to bed at that time. I actually liked it. But … Continue reading
Sunday morning. I wake up in a strange room. I realize I’m in my best friend’s bed. My bestie lightly snores beside me. Her family has no plans to go to church today. Should I rush home on my bicycle … Continue reading
March 2020 the church doors closed. The worldwide pandemic wreaked havoc on church services across the globe as we were forced to look into virtual options for our spiritual feeding. My church, Causeway Christian Assembly, didn’t miss a beat. Pastor Tracy rose … Continue reading
The night I faced my worst imaginable fear Daylight Saving Time ends. Darkness begins. November. I’ve never really liked November. The colourful leaves have dropped, and the sun has lost its warmth. My best friend from university died in a … Continue reading
I remember giving advice to my eldest brother, Roger, on his parenting style. He laughed at me and remarked, “Wait until you have your own children.” Then I had my own children. My other brother, Dan, tried to give me … Continue reading
I guessed her age to be 17. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and tattoos on both forearms. She seemed a bit standoffish. She may have been shy. We exchanged pleasantries but not much more. She was in my life … Continue reading
Over a year ago, my 7-month-old granddaughter passed away quietly in her sleep. Since that horrific day, the support of family, friends, neighbours, and acquaintances has been incredible. They’ve offered food, shoulders to cry on, and kind words. And I … Continue reading
I squeezed her chunky thighs. I breathed in her lavender scent. I snuggled into her neck. I brushed against her soft hair. I played peek-a-boo with her blankie. I returned her to her grandma. I smiled to mask my pain. … Continue reading
When my granddaughter was first born, I bought a bike carrier* to pull her along behind me as I biked the streets. It worked great…in theory. I live in the country and there are many, many rolling hills. It was too … Continue reading