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
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 to … 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
She gripped the yellow crayon in her pudgy fingers; tried best to colour within the lines. I sat across from her colouring my own piece. We didn’t speak. What do I say to a three-year-old? She selected a green crayon … 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
Tested my understanding between truth and lies It happened in October. The month we both celebrated our birthdays. Deedee and I were best of friends. Although she was a grade behind me, we lived close and spent many afternoons and … Continue reading
I was raised Catholic. I attended Separate School and went to mass every Sunday. In university, I would often argue with my best friend about how Catholicism was the only right religion. Although she was Protestant I believed that she … Continue reading