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
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
And it still resonates with me today Then they ask me, but why? And my mind wanders to the times of trouble to the days when my fate lay in His hands and when I asked, He answered. He granted … Continue reading