Garbage Island
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Gas Leak
We watch as shadowy figures cross the street while police lights alternate from red to green.
Kids at Work
Beangirl was sick at home two days this week. Not much fun anytime, but it is really hard when you have just started at a new school. So we have been trying to keep fun on the agenda. In between long naps on the sofa and the general business of feeling dreadful.
A Formidable Fowl
One thing city dwellers take for granted is the availability of merchandise. In smaller communities you soon learn to “make do”.
Working and Resurrection
Andrew Stephens-Rennie posted this brief but provocative thought on Empire Remixed this week, and I wanted to share the idea here. Is he onto something? Are we mainlining Presbys wishy-washy on resurrection?
Thanksgiving
A couple of months ago, I went to the baptism of a little boy named Isaac. He is the son of good friends of mine and the happy first born in their family. The baptism wasn’t in a Presbyterian church, so some of the liturgical furniture was a little different. But that was all to the good.
A Visit from Pauline
Pauline Brown’s visit was to be very special. It was obvious from the first moment that we were going to get along famously.
Hats Off to Grandma
He had already cautioned her “You’d better learn to say please and thank you if you are going to stay at Grandma’s house.”
Competing Christianities
Although we’re almost a month past the bonfire date, that issue is still in the air, primarily because it wasn’t a new issue in the first place. The Rev. Terry Jones merely announced an already awkward reality, loudly and dangerously.
Psalm 121
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This Old House
“Quick, out of the house,” my mother yelled to her three little girls. There was no argument from any of us, by the tone of her voice she meant business.
Of Things Old and New
September is always about the creation of the world. After the summer’s haphazard ways, we find new patterns and new ways of being. It is, as Thomas Merton once wrote, the time of year when everyone is filled with ambition.
Green Parenting
And then there are the little details. How do we all stay clean, and how is that going to affect the fragile planet?
Okay, so perhaps not so little.
Posted
It was seven days of sea-sickness on the old Franconia, which I believe was dry-docked some time later.
A Second Chance
With a lift of his glass of egg-nog, my husband wished us all a Merry Christmas. They were the last happy words I heard from him for over a week.
Church Stones
Growing up, every Sunday morning saw me in a big stone church in downtown Ottawa. I was one of the kids in the pale blue choir gowns, my pigtails scruffily bunched up (again), much to my mother’s chagrin.
A Letter Home
It was one year ago this week that the Spouse lost his job. The timing of this only occurred to us a few days ago as we drove to the airport.
Reunion
His two hands reach out and enclose mine in greeting. We have not seen each other in 40 years.
May 22: Farewells
“Farewell, farewell, but not forever!” the Malawians sang as the Canadians began, one by one, to vanish into Chileka airport security.
May 21: In Search of Elephants
“What do you most want to see?” asked our guide, Raphael, who looked all the world like a gun-toting Peter Pan.
“Elephants!” came the communal cry.