A perfectly timed mistake

When I learned about a former parishioner’s death from a mutual friend, the Preacher and I didn’t question whether to attend her funeral. Of course we’d go. Dorothy’s family (name changed) regularly attended our last church. A few years earlier, the Preacher had officiated at her husband’s funeral. Both were …

No dog for us – for now

“I’m getting a dog,” I told the Preacher, after a stressful day at work. “I want a pet that will walk with me. And,” I sniffed in a self-pitying sort of way, “one who’s crazy about me.” His Grace (the cat) favours the Preacher. And though I’m certain our parrot …

How to Cook a Spouse

Close to our forty-first wedding anniversary, it seemed appropriate to bring back a favourite recipe – one that shows how some Victorians approached marriage. In the late 1800’s a variety of cookbooks included this recipe, submitted anonymously, although one of them stated that it had been “contributed by a lady, …