Young love, old love

Young love – I remember it well. Heartflutters, crazy mood swings, electric touches, skin on fire and passionate messages transmitted across the room by eye contact alone. We kissed to the Carpenters singing We’ve Only Just Begun during our Saturday morning rendezvous in our college’s least-frequented student lounge. We didn’t …

Thank God for moments of joy

One never knows how God will deliver joy – but at our house, it flutters in on wings of gratitude. Two days after my sixty-first birthday, I dressed for work in a pair of slender white slacks for my not-so-slender-but-I-can-pretend legs and a longish dark green print tunic (last year’s …

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, …