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
Category Archives: Micro-Memoir
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
I Picked My Mom as My Real Spirit Person
The Sacrament of Confirmation When I was 10 years old, I attended a retreat with my class to my teacher’s home on the lake. I remember the steep driveway, the open-concept house with a railing overlooking the living area. It … Continue reading
Keep Smiling
My mom personifies the Pollyanna principle After a particularly distressing week of disappointments and discouragements, my mom announced that she wanted her epitaph to read, Keep Smiling (first featured on Medium platform June 14, 2021)
Soup Kitchen
My change of heart after my family attended a church-sponsored event We sat elbow-to-elbow along a slim folding table. I counted 8 noodles in my soup. My stomach rumbled as we left the church hall. The next evening at … Continue reading
Stations of the Cross
Following my father through the Christian story He stood, head tilted up, looking at the figure of Jesus condemned to death. His lips moved but I heard no sound. He closed his eyes. I closed mine. He stirred beside … Continue reading
East City Girl — A memoir of growing up Catholic in a small town
About the Book East City Girl is the story of a young girl growing up in a small Ontario town influenced by her parents’ Roman Catholic religion and Dutch heritage. It’s a recollection filled with prose, poetry, and pictures from … Continue reading