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 …

Making Peace With the Rain

In our slice of the prairies, we`ve seen the sun so seldom this spring I’ve decided not to waste it. So I’m writing outside this sunny morning, perched on an old willow chair in my favourite part of our backyard. Birdsong surrounds me, and the wind whispers through this grove …

Time for a New Bible, Perhaps?

My dearest book, my favourite gift from my sister Beverly, is bedraggled and weary. God’s lively Word, encased in tattered cardboard, is coming unhinged.  Like me, some days. In case you’ve ever wondered, the Bible is the backbone behind these weekly columns. God uses it to help keep my Sunny …

Beyond the Swimsuit Issue

We took to the water recently, the Preacher and I. Bodies filled the indoor pool, sporting a colorful array of swimsuits, in varying coverages. We wore boring, conservative styles, befitting our weathered frames. A few decades ago, we looked different. I shrieked the first time I saw the Preacher in …