The other day, although I had been driving all day long to get home and really should have been busy packing my bag to fly to Vancouver the next morning, I drove another two laps across the city to see a painting that Marion, an artist amazing in her abilities, was just about finished. I […]
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A few months ago, I allowed myself to be swept off my feet and into a karaoke evening at a local pub. This is not something I normally do. I’m not a singer. I will however, give a plug here for group singing as a way to get better over many, many years. Church singing
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The other day when the light turned green at Arlington and Bronson, I paused for a second before easing Henry (remember, that’s the name of my car) left on Bronson, and past the Burrito Gringo I do not go to. The pause saved me from being hit by yet another car racing through the red
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The first time I went to the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College in Grand Rapids, it was to hear the writer Anne Lamott speak. She was her warm, funny self, full of writing and life advice for an auditorium that lapped up her words like we were kittens. I’ve long been a
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I’m no farmer. But when I saw this little painting at an art show in our neighbourhood, I wondered if I should think of myself as one, at least for a little while. I resonated with the image immediately and it brought [inevitable, predictable] tears to my eyes. I thought how much work this woman
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