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. …
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, …
We shared a precious friendship with Herb and Iona till we moved from rural Ontario almost two decades ago. Last summer the Preacher and I travelled back for a speaking engagement. A car pulled up to the church and a gray-haired woman emerged from the driver’s side. She went round …
