It is really astounding the things that trigger memories, especially memories of loved ones now gone.

This morning the garbage truck arrived. I live in a condo complex so the garbage container is large and a truck comes ones a week, hoists it over the top, empties it and places it gently back inside its fenced area.

I am sure there are a few of you out there that remember the little song “Three little fishies in an idy-bidy pool.” It was one of those nonsense songs that had a catchy tune. Enough said…that was a long time ago.

It has come as a bit of a revelation but along with all the other titles I have owned…daughter, sister, sweetheart, fiancée, wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother I have another one…”single mom.”

“Preach to the bereaved and you will always have an audience,” is a statement that I read years ago. I have since lost the name of the author, but I have thanked him many times when I was sharing my faith through my writings.

I rather like electrical storms and even when living in Orillia, Ontario, which had powerful electrical storms every summer, I never once was frightened.

Peanuts have not only a shell but a skin that has to be removed. You can try to eat the skins but they always stick in my throat.

In a TV program recently, a young man confessed that he had always had the urge to scribble on any surface he could find.  This […]

“Paula, will you pray with me?” I ask my prayer-partner.  Paula and I have prayed many times together but this time I was a bit […]

Along with clothes washers and dish washers I’ve always felt the greatest modern invention was instant puddings. Instant pudding laid the cornerstone for all the fast foods that have followed.

It always makes me cry when I watch the Olympic champions stand during the playing of their national anthem…so many struggles, so many sacrifices made…all culminated in this moment of recognition.

As small children we all needed encouragement. We grew stronger with it and it gave us courage to keep on trying. I don’t think we are much different as adults.

An incident today revealed something about myself that I hadn’t realized before. Suddenly I was in a position much like Jonah.

To those who read my blogs weekly, you may recall a story called “When God Says No.”  It describes my attempts at nurturing a goldfish. […]

“You’re Pat, aren’t you?” The question comes from a middle-aged lady standing in my physiotherapist’s office.

 My itchy eyes were bothering me…so I pulled out the medicine drawer and went searching for my eye drops. Ah yes, there they were.             […]

“In the bulb there is a flower”, so goes a hymn we are all familiar with and love.  I have certainly been humming it as […]