"Miss Fannie always thought I was special," said Jane, as we reminisced about our childhood experiences. "It didn't matter whether others thought so or not. That she thought I was special made a big difference in my life." Jane also … Read more
I remember clearly that I was standing in the bathroom, of all places, and to my thinking, it appeared that my whole world had come crashing down about me. The most valued relationship in my past life and in the … Read more
Sorting through the messages in my inbox, I discovered an e-mail regarding the fifty-year reunion of my high school graduating class. Attached was a list of my former classmates who had registered to attend. I struggled as I read those … Read more
The day came when we decided to replace a window in our home. We had someone come in and give us a price on an aluminium-clad window and framing. (No more painting!) The deal was struck, and we were told … Read more
We were on our way to Calgary, my parents and I. My father was driving my car, and I was sitting beside him, enjoying the very pleasant scenes of Alberta, when my mother, seated in the back, suddenly exclaimed in … Read more
Several weeks ago, my friend, Wendy, a divorced mom with three kids, told me that her microwave had died. She was really sad about this turn of events and wondered how she could possibly afford another one. A week or … Read more
It was a rainy day and the air was rather fresh, when I thought about today's Scripture. I had been talking with several friends who were suffering, in particular, from cancer or from the loss of a loved one by … Read more
For forty-one years of our married life, my husband had worked for a company which had provided us with a good income, good insurance, and, we thought, a good retirement plan. It was a tremendous shock to us the day … Read more
As I did not inherit a green thumb from my parents or have any particular interest in gardening, it did not occur to me that there was a "growing season" for flowers and plants. We were living in Goose Bay, … Read more
In the 1970s, I had a wonderful relationship with George — my 1969 Dodge Dart, a two-door hardtop with a slant six engine. George always started easily and never stalled, yet he wasn't the perfect car. He wasn't dressed with … Read more