Don’t rush for the jackhammer

The friends who sold us our house warned us about its unfinished basement. “It’s bone dry down there—no water for ages. But the floor has white powder. The stuff just keeps coming up.” Indeed. The first time I visited the basement, I almost scampered back up its painted grey stairs. …

Look for the beauty, not the holes

I almost always wear green—spring green. Ask anyone who knows me. But I decided to wear something different to church one day. Black pants, a short-sleeved black shirt, and a hand-crocheted gold tunic—lacy, and lightly sequined.  I’d bought the top for my daughter at our favourite thrift store.  “Hey, Amanda, …