What to do with brokenness

The grandbeans bring me broken things. Threadbare stuffies, dolls with dangling or severed limbs, shoes with separated soles, a broken lamp. I deposit the smaller items in an old blue pottery bowl that sits on a chest in the dining room. A wandering line of hardened yellow glue reveals that …

Good, Good Friday

“Why is Good Friday good, Nana?” asks my grandbean. The child knows very well what happened on that day so long ago. The day Christians remember the gruesome death of Jesus Christ, crucified on a rugged cross at Calvary, outside the gates of Jerusalem. A cross not much different from …

Ruth’s little lamb

I’ve told my friend Ruth’s* story often over the years. It’s also included in my book, Practice by Practice, because some stories need hearing and telling again. It was a horrid situation. Ruth had brought it on herself, but admitting that didn’t lessen the consequences. An affair with her best friend’s husband had destroyed …

The Best Santa Story of All

I’m not a Santa lover, honestly. But a reader sent me a longer version of the anonymous story below, and I knew I would share it with you. I’ve taken liberties with the prose and adapted it to fit here – for those who do enjoy the old elf: One evening, …

Sheep or goat?

On June 10th, someone posted this ad on the website, Kijiji. You’ll have no difficulty imagining the snipped-out parts. “I have 2 dozen goats I need to get rid of. I had no idea raising goats would be this hard. These little *** keep eating all my wife’s flowers and …

When Hope Caves In

Hope caves in, sometimes. Something goes amiss; sends us plunging.  What separates faith in Christ from optimism, in times like that? Oh, that’s a bad ‘un, older gardeners said when we told them a mole was punching tunnels in our septic- mound-turned- rock- garden. Not much you can do about …