Today I hit bottom…my sciatica was killing me and I was despairing if I would ever be out of pain…so I prayed. I prayed real hard and asked God for mercy.

I didn’t realize at the time that I worked at the Golf Club in Orillia, Ontario that summer that the young man singing with a friend, would become a celebrity.

A ladies group I belonged to decided to have a fashion show, depicting the night attire of yesteryear. I questioned my husband’s office staff and yes, one had a set of “baby doll pajamas” that she would lend us.

aughter Lyn visited last week. She comes north four or five times a year and how I love those visits.

The gate at the top of my basement stairs was put in when my husband was alive. His cancer had made him very fragile and one time his legs collapsed and he did sink to the floor in front of that gate. I was so thankful for it.

I have been a widow now for six years. Like being a newly-wed and a new mother, it is a big learning curve and although God has been with me every step of the way, it has not been the happiest time of my life, but I have learned more about compassion, strength and God’s grace through the process.

For years I have said my prayers at night…those of thanks, request and praise. My day time prayers are different…usually born of an instant response […]

Some of the seniors reading this will know what I am talking about but the rest of you won’t have a clue, so I will explain.

I have always had an interest in magic…well, perhaps in trying to solve the magic of something…it comes of reading too many mystery novels.

My husband was a “hugger.” What a gift to be comfortable enough to reach out to people in such a warm and loving fashion.

My title might remind you of a childish game we played when life was much simpler and much less complicated.

Doesn’t some of God’s blessings just blow your mind?  They sure do mine. Today I decided to switch the TV channels to one that had […]

I have a habit of turning on the radio in the morning and catching a few more minutes of sleep before starting the day.

Pulling out some old files today I ran across a certificate entitled “The Association of Hardy People”, signed by the Mayor and the Weather Man in Grande Prairie Alberta, in 1968.

Sometimes I feel like Moses…no, no burning bushes, no upheld staffs to heal the ill, but the patient and hopeful Moses, who even though he saw the face of God, was not allowed to enter the Promised Land.

Widowhood has sure brought a lot of new things into my life. Responsibilities I never knew existed are now on my “to-do” list.

Retirement conjures up a variety of desires for many people… the longed for fulfillment of dreams, a letting go of responsibilities, or maybe just a lake-side cottage.