Karen Stiller

These days Dewey and I walk more slowly than we ever have around our neighbourhood. It used to be exercise for me, and now it’s more of a stroll of sniffing. Dewey starts out beside me and ends up behind me, tired. How do we love an old dog well? Old dogs are loved best

I have something fun to share. On Thursday, May 20th, if you’re married to a pastor you are warmly invited to “Married to the Minister” a virtual gathering to be heard, seen and encouraged. Since the release of The Minister’s Wife: a memoir of faith, doubt, friendship, loneliness, forgiveness and more I have heard from so

About a third of the way through 2020, I attended a legal (then) outdoor gathering where I realized I might have a problem on my hands moving forward. Out of all the people there, the one person I had never connected with in that magical, soul-friend manner that we all love so much was the

The other day I spread sections of the newspaper I knew I was done with (business and sports, incase that’s not obvious) on a corner of our dining room table. I retrieved our little basket of shoe polish, cloths and brushes and grabbed my boots from inside our front door. It was time once again

I may have told this story before, but once, when I was a kid reading in bed, my sister burst into my room to say “Your room is on fire you idiot!” Which wasn’t strictly true. It was just my beloved rabbit puppet which, in an early attempt at decor, I had sat atop my