Just Another Ordinary Day

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My husband and I went to church yesterday.

Nothing out of the ordinary about that. We got there a bit late and Continue reading “Just Another Ordinary Day”

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My Daughter Isn’t Ready to be a Grown-Up

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My daughter isn’t in any hurry to have a ‘real’ job. She’s not in a hurry to join the workforce; to make a name for herself; to carve out a niche in the world. To be a grownup. Continue reading “My Daughter Isn’t Ready to be a Grown-Up”

When Do We Lose That Childish Wonder?

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I live in a rural area where, until very recently, very few people of colour lived. This was especially the case when I was growing up in the sixties. In my earliest years, I never once laid eyes on a person who was not the same ethnicity as me. My mother tells me a story of taking me to the local swimming pool when I would have been aged 3 or 4. There was a black mother with her child and of course, with my then-blond, straight hair and fair, freckled skin, I was fascinated. After staring at the child – who would have been about the same age as me – in open-mouthed wonder for a long time, I finally asked, in a loud, childish voice, “Mom, why is that boy chocolate?” Continue reading “When Do We Lose That Childish Wonder?”

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

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He is a dyed-in-the-wool conservative with staunch fundamental Baptist values. Continue reading “Why Can’t We Be Friends?”

Unfinished Business (Best Friend)

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Life is full of unfinished business. We don’t always get to know why someone cut us off. Maybe it had nothing at all to do with us. Maybe their lives got complicated. Or busy. Maybe they outgrew us. Maybe they died. Or maybe they truly wished to have nothing more to do with us. Sometimes, we just don’t get to know the answer… sometimes, we just have to live with the void… Continue reading “Unfinished Business (Best Friend)”

Looks Can Be Deceiving

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I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies. Continue reading “Looks Can Be Deceiving”