Winter break. School is out, snow is falling, Christmas is coming. Yet my young heart is lonely. Surrounded by family A dark shadow never leaves. Restful sleep eludes me. I am bored. I am teary. I step on my bed … Continue reading
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful (Hebrews 10:23 NIV). She crawls into my thoughts as I lie in bed on the edge of sleep. I see her reach for her brown … Continue reading
Things of speed in East City Peterborough Sledding through powder down Armour Hill. Skating after a puck on the Lift Lock canal. Spinning on the merry-go-round at James Stevenson Park. Chasing after the Dickie-Dee ice-cream cart. Jumping off the … Continue reading
I had once thought it pretty I had my own rosary. A string of prayer beads with a simple cross. I thought it pretty. Something to wear to a special event maybe. A treasure to bring comfort and peace. But … Continue reading
Playing in East City, Peterborough 1970s style Winter Eating warmed honeybuns at East City Coffee Shop Getting the wind knocked out of me tobogganing on Armour’s Hill Spring Taking in a late-night baseball game at East City Bowl … Continue reading
Hurt people hurt people It’s not easy to admit you were a bully. But I was…once. It happened in grade school. I was in grade 6 and Lori was in grade 4. We lived in the same neighbourhood and went … Continue reading
April 3rd will forever be bittersweet She would’ve turned 2 today. I think of her often. But my thoughts no longer lead to tears. I wonder what she’d be like now. Would she play “pretend” like she was talking on … Continue reading
No, but He is the only one to rise from the dead in a resurrected body My son argued that Jesus was not unique in being resurrected. He pointed me to numerous sources of others who had been brought back … Continue reading
How the Quaker Oats Picnic taught me the importance of keeping short accounts If you grew up in East City, Peterborough, Ontario you know the smell of Quaker Oats. The Quaker plant sat on the shores of the Otonabee … Continue reading
An open letter to my girlfriend Dear J., I suffer from depression. I have since I was a young child. But never labeled it as such. Because I’ve had it for so long, I think I’ve assumed it was “normal” … Continue reading