Is the Grass Really Greener?
“We never seem to be satisfied, do we? We always seem to want more.” A young woman said that to me recently and her comment prompted me to tell her a story. But before I share that same story with you, let me digress for a moment—as I’m in the habit of doing! I leave tomorrow for a weekend conference where I will be conducting a workshop on memoir writing. As in past workshops, I will teach that a memoir is a true story laid down with the understanding that memory can be faulty, that...
Read MoreWhere Has The Time Gone?
Wasn’t it just last week that I believed in Santa, that Billy kissed me four times on each cheek for my eighth birthday, and that I first heard the words, “I love you” as my soon-to-be husband and I danced on the outside patio at Casa Loma? Wasn’t it just yesterday that my first granddaughter, Laura was born and today she is fifteen? And, was it really her eleven-year-old sister who said, at nine years of age, “Where has the time gone” as she nostalgically remembered our home in...
Read MoreOctober Kindles a Strange yet Wonderful Feeling
Thanksgiving Monday. Turkey dinner is over. The trailer has been put to bed for another season (I miss it already!) and the leaves with their spectacular colour have fallen victim to early morning frost and lay in abundance on the ground. Yet, despite the cold, the sun continues to shine in the face of threatening snow. For me, October kindles a strange yet wonderful feeling… bitter sweet, almost…strange how there’s so much beauty in the death of a season. We have been reminded once again...
Read MoreThe Clock and The Calendar are Brutal and Relentless
…they stop for no one. I heard that statement earlier this summer as an introduction to a sermon and I noted it, thinking I could use it some time. Well, today is my birthday! What better time! …but let me digress for just a moment… ***** The first day of October brought the promise of a cold, wet fall with nothing but the dread of a long and frigid winter ahead. The wind created a ripple of grass-waves through the long, unkempt hills of the bunkers and rattled the thin windows...
Read More$1440 / 1440 minutes. One you bank. The other you spend!
Have you ever given much thought to the ticking of the clock? How about the hourly chimes on the grandfather clock in the hallway or the smaller version on the wall? I think the only time I really pay attention to the passing of minutes is when I’m in a hurry, or I’m late for an appointment, or someone is late in coming for dinner. Then I become a clock watcher! Time is precious; you only have to ask a person in their eighties or nineties! Our lives have often been compared to the...
Read MoreLife is Full of the Unexpected Joy
She walked through the main doors of Chapters in Peterborough. I noticed her immediately: everything she wore was white! Her jacket and pants were mismatched, but white! Her ankle socks met her almost-ankle-length pants and were at home in her white summer shoes. White on white! Even her hair was white! But the floral blouse she wore stood out like a black swan amongst white beauties…you know the Sesame Street song… “One of these things doesn’t belong!” It was almost a...
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