In December, I went with my school choir to sing in a woman’s correctional facility. We entered the red brick building, surrendered our licenses, got stamped, and walked through the metal detector. From there we were taken from one locked room to another and dumped out into a yard surrounded by high, barbed-wire-topped fences. Walking … Continue reading Home


Why My Word for this Year is FEAR

I am told that this whole "word of the year" thing was fashionable a few years ago and is on it's way out. I inwardly rebel to what is fashionable, but somehow last year, a word came to me for 2018, and I took it. Last year's word was PERSPECTIVE, which taught me a lot, … Continue reading Why My Word for this Year is FEAR


Dear elder little brother, Last week you turned eight--an authentic hollow leg, growing like a bean plant on a pole, big front teeth, want to help Dad kind of eight.  As I watched you puff out those candles with two gusty blows and choose your favourite colour green for your piece of cake, I couldn't … Continue reading 8