I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress. It's pretty. Me: (looking down at my dress, laughing because everyone says that about this yellow … Continue reading He Said
Over the years, I have occasionally written prayers that are poetry. I'll be posting these on occasion.
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious
My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green. All three of my grandmothers still garden. One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts. Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas, and vegetables for fresh eating. The third, rearranges her perennial grasses, … Continue reading How I Killed My Succulent
I really don't know much about her. I know that she wore a purple hoody and blue jeans. I know that the majority of her hair was not the colour of the roots, so she must not be too fond of her hair's original colour. I know that she is a mother for her curly-headed … Continue reading On Knowing: Part Two
There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature--red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets of official reports to this or that Member of Parliament standing … Continue reading On Knowing: Part One
How Job, Dorthy Sayers, Jeremiah, and I are all but fragments of One.