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)
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
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
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
Winter break. School is out, snow is falling, Christmas is coming. Yet my young heart is lonely. Surrounded by family A dark shadow never leaves. Restful sleep eludes me. I am bored. I am teary. I step on my bed … Continue reading
My newest ebook, Meeting Faith – 100 Devotions for Women on Family, Fitness and Faith, is now available on Amazon. It’s a collection of my devotions from Where Life Meets Faith, Where Family Meets Faith, and Where Fitness Meets Faith. 3 books … Continue reading
Things of speed in East City Peterborough Sledding through powder down Armour Hill. Skating after a puck on the Lift Lock canal. Spinning on the merry-go-round at James Stevenson Park. Chasing after the Dickie-Dee ice-cream cart. Jumping off the … Continue reading
I had once thought it pretty I had my own rosary. A string of prayer beads with a simple cross. I thought it pretty. Something to wear to a special event maybe. A treasure to bring comfort and peace. But … Continue reading
Playing in East City, Peterborough 1970s style Winter Eating warmed honeybuns at East City Coffee Shop Getting the wind knocked out of me tobogganing on Armour’s Hill Spring Taking in a late-night baseball game at East City Bowl … Continue reading
Hurt people hurt people It’s not easy to admit you were a bully. But I was…once. It happened in grade school. I was in grade 6 and Lori was in grade 4. We lived in the same neighbourhood and went … Continue reading