Soup Kitchen
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The experience that made me like pea soup My mother makes the best soup in the whole world. I may be biased but it’s true. The only soup of Mom’s that I didn’t like was pea soup. And only because … Continue reading
Lenten Cookies
And other childhood memories around food Although I don’t consider myself a true “foodie” I have found that many of my childhood memories center around food. I remember the banana-flavoured popsicles that my brother, Andrew, and my cousins, Paul and … Continue reading
Is Church a Place of Peace and Joy for You?
Especially at times when I wasn’t supposed to My cousin, Angela, was exactly a year and a month older than me. But we got along as if we were twin sisters. She was one of my most favourite playfellows. I … Continue reading
Midnight Mass Memories
Or, my two favourite late-night delights As a young child, my bedtime was 8:00 p.m. Many kids today may balk at that early hour but I had no problem going to bed at that time. I actually liked it. But … Continue reading
Playing Church
Sunday morning. I wake up in a strange room. I realize I’m in my best friend’s bed. My bestie lightly snores beside me. Her family has no plans to go to church today. Should I rush home on my bicycle … Continue reading
The Morning I Awoke to Return to Church
March 2020 the church doors closed. The worldwide pandemic wreaked havoc on church services across the globe as we were forced to look into virtual options for our spiritual feeding. My church, Causeway Christian Assembly, didn’t miss a beat. Pastor Tracy rose … Continue reading
It’s That Time of Year Again
The night I faced my worst imaginable fear Daylight Saving Time ends. Darkness begins. November. I’ve never really liked November. The colourful leaves have dropped, and the sun has lost its warmth. My best friend from university died in a … Continue reading
Moeder
I remember giving advice to my eldest brother, Roger, on his parenting style. He laughed at me and remarked, “Wait until you have your own children.” Then I had my own children. My other brother, Dan, tried to give me … Continue reading
I Met a Girl Named Talia
I guessed her age to be 17. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and tattoos on both forearms. She seemed a bit standoffish. She may have been shy. We exchanged pleasantries but not much more. She was in my life … Continue reading
Do We Change Into Angels When We Die?
Over a year ago, my 7-month-old granddaughter passed away quietly in her sleep. Since that horrific day, the support of family, friends, neighbours, and acquaintances has been incredible. They’ve offered food, shoulders to cry on, and kind words. And I … Continue reading