Fur and feathers face off

After we adopted Grace Cat, spicy with a hint of left-over predator from his stray days, Ernie, our Amazon Green parrot, got his beak out of joint. He sulked at the intrusion of fur in his territory, and rarely came out of his cage. Prior to Grace, we often left Ernie’s cage …

Ancoro Imparo

At our house, my favourite door hangs on the wall. Shabby, five-panelled, cream-coloured. With peeling paint and thirteen knobs. It can’t do what it once did, but what it does now is needed and valuable. The door came to us older than old; grimy from years of neglect in a …

Walking with giants

Spiritual giants may not frequent the front pews at church or parade across the platform. And they don’t advertise as poster people for the Christian faith. But walk alongside one awhile, and you’ll soon understand what it really means to follow Jesus. I know people like that. In fact, I …

The Sign on Highway 10

Under the circumstances. Ever camped there, feeling flatter than grass under snow?  At times like that, everyone needs a sign that reminds us that God knows and cares. That we can trust him to point the way to living triumphantly over the “stuff and sins” that weigh us down. That, …

Got a ruffled spirit? Me too

Numerous ill winds unsettle my spirit as I write this week. Some breezes blow stronger than others. Since I can’t concentrate on a single worthy thing, may I talk about those? Perhaps your interior weather looks the same today.   My ninety-year-old dad is in the hospital recovering from a life-threatening …

Bird Lessons

I adopted a Bohemian waxwing several years ago, a broken-winged champion I found in the alley. He lived for six months, and I’ve had a fondness for birds of that feather ever since. Waxwings don’t visit regularly, but a flock found our backyard one sunny day recently. Twenty below zero, …

Explaining Facebook to older folks

At ninety and ninety-five, my parent’s world has narrowed to their pocket-sized apartment. To four homecare visits daily, word search puzzles and a flat screen television, rarely turned on. My brother and sister live nearby and check in often, but my home sits two provinces over, so I phone instead. …

No place like home

Our seven-year-old grandbean watched her littlest sister, only weeks old, snuggling into her mother. Issuing mews of contentment. “Mama,” she blurted, “We all say there’s no place like home. But I think Lois is saying, ‘there’s no place like Mama. There’s no place like Mama. No place like Mama.’” Even …