Stories and Thoughts

Charles Dickens begins his novel, David Copperfield, “To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record I was born.” Like David...

“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope,” Bernard Williams. Recently we celebrated our daughter’s...

“November is the cruelest month,” stated poet Jamie Moore. September is beautiful with cooler temperatures, ripening fruit, and the...

October is the golden month. I am old enough to experience harvesting prairie crops done by binders, sheaves, and threshing machines. The...

My mother was born July 1st.. She loved Canada, but by a quirk of fate, she was born in Lansing, Michigan and thus an American. At three...

The summer I turned sixteen, my father banished me to a remote farm. Mother was away that summer upgrading her teaching certificate. Dad...

As grandparents we watched our two granddaughters, Kathryn and Carling search for Easter eggs at our home and yard some years ago....

“And what’s your reason for walking the Camino?” The pilgrim slackened his pace to match mine. My glance revealed a tall, dark...

In the early seventies, large billboards appeared along Winnipeg streets. The billboards had two words, “Touch Me”.