Come along to the Holy Land

My new passport arrived today. I slid it from the red-striped ExpressPost envelope and flipped through its ornate pages, wondering which country’s stamps will one day decorate the crisp parchment. India? Africa? US? UK? God alone knows. One country is likely. I’ve known that ever since the day the Preacher …

Make time

I ticked something off my bucket list the other day. # 27: Make cornhusk dolls with my granddaughters. When our children were young and we lived in Ontario, our family ran a small cottage industry called “Church Mice Associated.” Since we identified with the poverty of that proverbial rodent, we …

Which hole?

My daughter and I, along with several other women from our church, stood in our friend Loretta’s driveway, preparing to leave on a weekend retreat. As her husband helped load her luggage into their van, I noticed a small circular cutout in the driveway under the van’s bumper. The shallow …

Are We Still Grateful?

The turkey’s in the soup and the soup’s in the fridge. The stuffing got eaten and the eaters got stuffed. Happily so. Guiltily so, if what they’re stuffed with includes a rich dessert. According to the calendar, Canadian Thanksgiving is over. According to my spirit, it lingers. And so it …

Hope to the Last Minute

For a few months in my teens, a large bear rug decorated my bedroom floor. Open-mouthed and silently snarling. I liked that rug, except for one thing. In my small room, there was only one place the bear fit—with its large head facing the door, exactly where I placed my feet …

Battling the tiger of pain

“Another bad night?” The Preacher asks from his side of the bed as I enter the room. “Hey, that’s my question!” I ease myself into a sitting position on the opposite side and begin my morning litany. “Everything hurts. All the time. Every teeny little move. Can’t cover myself up. …

Sheep or goat?

On June 10th, someone posted this ad on the website, Kijiji. You’ll have no difficulty imagining the snipped-out parts. “I have 2 dozen goats I need to get rid of. I had no idea raising goats would be this hard. These little *** keep eating all my wife’s flowers and …