A Fresh Start
I so appreciate a fresh jar of peanut butter. A twist of the lid, a peeling back of foil, and there it lies: smooth, level, crumb-free, waiting for the dip of a knife and a slathering on toast. In a … Read more
I so appreciate a fresh jar of peanut butter. A twist of the lid, a peeling back of foil, and there it lies: smooth, level, crumb-free, waiting for the dip of a knife and a slathering on toast. In a … Read more
About forty-five years ago, my home town of Glasgow, Scotland, started to pull down many old buildings that had been condemned as not fit for human habitation. These inner-city slums housed thousands of families, who had built up a strong … Read more
Fall, in all its glorious opulence, is what we experienced as we drove through the mountains of northern California. The orange and gold colours of the aspens and maples were breathtaking. We took scenic drives through forests of evergreens. There, … Read more
We recently gave in and allowed our twelve-year-old son to have gerbils. I was quite clear that if he was going to get two, then they must be of the same sex. After he saved his money, he purchased from … Read more
It is early on a Sunday morning as I sit, ready and waiting to go to church, preparing my mind and heart to sense, again, the awesome reality of His presence. It has been a difficult week, weather-wise. Most of … Read more
After some years, "The Farm", as we call it, stood vacant. The old barn was long gone, and only a silo marked where it had been. One day, it was contemplated that a new barn be erected, and over the … Read more
I was on a tour bus heading for Taxco, Guerrero, Mexico, and our destination for the night. The sun had set over the dark Mexican countryside, and the only lights available in the darkness were the bus lights — that … Read more
Davie was a wild, reckless boy who wouldn't accept discipline, deadlines, or duties. He did his own thing, and when I met him, he had turned into a sour, drug-addicted man. He used to shout a lot when he was … Read more
All summer, we watched tiny, exquisite, awe-inspiring hummingbirds feed from the tasty sugar water that my husband so generously supplied to them. They circled the feeder, suspended themselves in mid-air for a few seconds, and then dove straight to the … Read more
Living in the tropics, I've faced my share of creepy critters. I've encountered centipedes, mice, termites, and roaches galore (even flying ones). I don't like them, but I can deal with them. What I cannot tolerate are cane spiders. Cane … Read more