Little Girl

She is four years old and utterly, heartbreakingly lovely. With beautiful, shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair and a sweet, round little head that closely mirrors that of her Mom and her Grandma, she always makes me want to gather her up and hold her forever. It has been so very long since I held my own little ones and sometimes, my arms – and my heart – ache with the recollection of my own babies’ sleepy, heavy warmth.

A Lesson on Symbolism and Love

I vividly recall my first encounter with symbolism. I was in grade one, and my teacher read the class a poem about trees, ‘wearing dresses of white and dancing gracefully in the wind”. It had just snowed that day, and as I walked home after school,

Grammy’s Rose Bush

My grandmother was a devout and obedient French Catholic. Being extremely poor and little educated, my grandparents never made decisions the church might disapprove of without

Just Another Ordinary Day

My husband and I went to church yesterday.

Nothing out of the ordinary about that. We got there a bit late and

Not Today (Hold On)

She stood on the stool with the noose around her neck and wondered why it was so difficult to let go, now that she was here.

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

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.

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

He is a dyed-in-the-wool conservative with staunch fundamental Baptist values.

Remembering Eddie

When I was a little girl, one of my favourite parts of the week was when Eddie Martineau would drive by our house.

On Tinder, True Love and the Reading Glasses

My daughter recently came for a visit and I was thrilled to drive her back to her home province with a car filled with things she needed for her apartment.

“Mom, Don’t You DARE…”

When my children were in elementary school, they had a great many wonderful teachers whom I still think of fondly.