To Milk or Not to Milk…That is the Question!
My husband laughs at me when I tell him I want to milk a cow. He doesn’t laugh in a ridiculing way; he just has this way of smiling with an almost invisible shake of the head. There is no rational explanation as to why I want to do this. I just do. Maybe it’s because I should have been born on a farm back in the 1800s, like Laura Ingalls. The problem with that concept is that I’d starve. How could I possibly eat what I’ve named, fed, petted or raised? And the whole idea of beheading,...
Read MoreWhen Life Throws You a Curve
I can think of many pleasant ways I could have ended this past busy work week: dinner with friends, a movie (if there’s one worth watching these days!), or enjoying an evening with my husband who had just returned home from a ten-day visit with our son in BC. And since the flip of the calendar welcomes not only a new month but sees me celebrating my birthday, I can also think of much more pleasurable ways to end a decade of my life than a visit to the emergency room at our local hospital....
Read MoreShould I or Shouldn’t I?
“Whatever comes our way, whatever battles we face, we always have a choice.” Spider-Man learned that from his friend, Harry. When I heard it, I backed up the CD and listened again, just to be sure I had heard correctly. And I had! It reminded me of something I had written down in my Potential Blog Thoughts journal. I can’t honestly say how I came by it, but it too, is worthy of noting. In fact, it speaks directly to the lesson Spider-Man learned, only takes it one step further: There are...
Read MoreSecure Passage vs Ragged Rocks
Most of us are familiar with the age-old expression, “The best laid scheme of mice and men often go awry.” (An adaptation from a line in To a Mouse by Robert Burns.) I had a best laid scheme for last week…to spend it hibernating at our trailer in the Muskokas, and it did not include relaxing in the sun with a book. I had planned on jumping into high gear with what I had written over the past several months to see where it would go. And the object of my endeavours? Several chapters,...
Read MoreBullying is a Word We Can Live Without
“Words are letters often shaped in quiet thought that paint a picture, recall a memory or tell a story.” My younger son made that statement several years ago and, strangely enough, it has stuck with me. In mid-June, I attended Write! Canada, a three-day conference for writers who are Christian. I had the privilege of being part of the faculty this year, leading an hour-long workshop on Writing Our Yesterdays. During the time we were together, pictures were painted, memories were shared...
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