Never Forget Your Vows

“Mom, come over here. I brought something for you.” I dawdled over to my daughter. “Hold out your hand,” she said thrusting a tightly closed fist toward me. “Uh…does it wiggle?”  I asked, remembering other tightly-closed-fist-presents, including those that buzzed and unwound and chased my poise clean away. “Just hold …

Pop Goes the Nana!

“I’m not having a heart attack,” I said. But no one listened. Things move fast when you show up at emergency complaining of chest pain and trouble breathing. So many people checked me out, poking and slapping wires and sticky pads all over the place, that I felt like a …

Against a wall? Keep Hope

The Preacher and I raised our two children in parsonages provided by God and the churches we served. We called each house home and filled them all with love, delight, chaos and havoc. (Of the best kind, usually. I’ll save the day I almost set fire to one for another …

“My Wife Made Me Do It”

The muddle rose from my decision to add colour to our washroom. The room, and everything in it, is white as a Saskatchewan blizzard. At the store, I chose bold navy and green accessories, including two terry bath mats for the floor, and a rubber one that pictured pebbles for …

Grow and give like rhubarb

After our first winter in our home, at the foot of the clothesline cross, I saw rhubarb being born. A triplet of hard pink knots, closely followed by their leaves, chartreuse and tightly crumpled. Scant weeks after the trio first elbowed their way into spring, they stood half the height …

Parking Lot Treasure

On the day a wedding was scheduled for our church, I thought of the eggs. A killdeer had laid four of them dead centre in the gravel parking lot. A slight hollow sheltered them not at all, though their speckled coloring camouflaged them well. Hoping to protect the little family, …

Dad, Can You Fix It?

Every so often, when I’m walking alone and the wind is right, I smell the fragrance of my father’s workshop. Sometimes I stop, shut my eyes, and walk into the memory. My father’s body is curved like a bracket beside his table saw; his mouth arranged just so, his small, …