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I have a dear and patient friend to whom I send the pictures I snap of the most annoying decorative signs I find in cute shops everywhere. She rewards me with a "HA!" of solidarity. Janet, I think, is the only person ...

Words that inspire, stuck on my cluttered fridge. Although I do often give myself a day off, I believe, along with good old Eleanor, in doing things that scare you. On Saturday night I was the moderator of a Religion and Society ...

Today I patted my new magical serum into my face as demonstrated yesterday by a much younger woman at Shoppers Drug Mart. This serum is full of workers who will run off and find the other workers in my other serum and they ...

Today I downloaded iTranslate, located the Arabic option, bought three for $20 bouquets at FoodLand, and my husband and I headed to the new home of the Syrian family who arrived in our town on Saturday. The young mother of this family ...

Yes.  I have a Grammy. In this, her 99th year, I have begun to write her letters, send her notes and articles about things like molasses and how popular it is getting all of a sudden, and a postcard left over from our road ...

Today I wandered through an art opening here in town, built around the theme of funny faces. My spirits lifted the second I walked in the gallery door. People were standing around in small groups, chit chatting as we do, especially in ...

I have a friend who, in a very few short days, is starting something new and difficult in her work. It's a promotion in status and pay for sure, but it's also a promotion into anxiety and sweating and probably bad dreams ...

This morning I lay in bed for a few quiet moments before I had to get up and start herding cats (actually, cat singular) to church. Within that quiet, head on pillow, my mind roamed toward two solutions and one great idea. ...

Recently two very good friends -- women I have swapped many a book title with -- disliked two books that I love. This was  shocking to me, in a disproportionate kind of way. One book was Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. The other was ...

My sister Miriam and I were walking down a dusty street in Poipot, a border town in Cambodia, with Thailand a stones-throw away, when the darkest moment in our trip took place. I travelled with Samaritan's Purse to Cambodia in the Spring ...

  With little book arms and little book hands, the two books I was involved with that were published this year could have reached out and touched each other. I stumbled upon them at Wycliffe College's bookstore, and, very quickly, before the hip-looking ...

"What other stories can we tell?" That's what my great Uncle Barry said yesterday as he sat in his wheelchair in a room in a nursing home in Hamilton. We were on a quest, my cousin Janet and I, to dig up ...