The Voice That Matters Most

I heard voices yesterday. Get out and walk, said my muscles. Get some fresh air, screamed my lungs. Summer’s almost done, whispered my soul—get out and enjoy it. I put them off all day. Things to do. Places to go. People to see. Towards evening I noticed the sky. Azure. …

Diamonds Come From Coal Lumps

He dreamed of spending his life doing what he felt he’d been born to do. But he’d been horribly bullied when young. Seven bully-inflicted scars still hid under his hairline. The terror of those years had stolen his confidence. So when gap-toothed, overweight contestant #31829 took his turn in the …

Mimi’s lesson in loving

Thirty-four years ago, when we were first married and still attending college, the Preacher and I worked as care-aides in a Winnipeg nursing home. Among the residents was a sparrow of a woman named Mimi. Osteoporotic, her brain clouded with dementia, she’d nevertheless captured the hearts of the entire staff. …

Blessed Be the Ties That Bind

Headin’ to Manitoba, said my cousin’s voice on the phone.  And hey….the road goes right through (well, almost). Could we…? (You can do that, with family.) “We’d love that,” I said. “Come.” In fact, I’d be offended if those children of my fathers’ elder brother and their spouses didn’t stop. …

How to Eliminate Wrinkles

Ever since I learned that a finely sprayed mist of water works to smooth out wrinkles, I’ve rarely used my iron. But spraying doesn’t work on all materials. Five-year-old Benjamin, after an overnight stay, dragged a red plaid shirt from his knapsack. “Nana, I’m wearing this shirt today! It’s my …

Spying on the Neighbours

   A pair of Bushnell 7 X 15 X 35 binoculars hangs over a chair-back near our front window—the better to spy on the new neighbours. They don’t seem to mind the paparazzi, and appear oblivious to our inspection. (Then again, perhaps they’re watching us.)  The robin parents hatched three …

Encounter With a Skeleton

Bones have fascinated our son from his childhood. I remember the day that began. At three, after a bad case of whooping cough, he needed weeks of physiotherapy in the hospital clinic. After one of his sessions, I stood discussing his progress with the therapist. Tired of our talk, Anthony …

Washday Wonderings

This morning, simply to celebrate the sun, I hung our wash outside to dry. Strung each piece against tree and sky. Threaded them like odd-shaped beads on a high wire. Shirts and towels immediately began flirting with the breeze. Slacks and capris danced jigs in perfect time with the wind. …

Invite Someone Home

When did the lovely art of hospitality start to leave us? It dangles by a fraying thread, it seems. Even among Christ-followers, mandated to share both home and food, the hardened shears of too-much-business, and too-little-love have almost snipped it from among us. The Preacher and I recently accepted an …