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, Continue reading “A Lesson on Symbolism and Love”
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”
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. Continue reading “Not Today (Hold On)”
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”
He is a dyed-in-the-wool conservative with staunch fundamental Baptist values. Continue reading “Why Can’t We Be Friends?”
When I was a little girl, one of my favourite parts of the week was when Eddie Martineau would drive by our house. Continue reading “Remembering Eddie”