Category: Autobiography

He Said

I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress.  It’s pretty. Me: (looking down… Continue Reading “He Said”

How I Killed My Succulent

My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green.  All three of my grandmothers still garden.  One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts.  Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas,… Continue Reading “How I Killed My Succulent”

On Knowing: Part Two

I really don’t know much about her.  I know that she wore a purple hoody and blue jeans.  I know that the majority of her hair was not the colour of the roots, so she must not be too fond of her hair’s original… Continue Reading “On Knowing: Part Two”

On Knowing: Part One

There was something heady about roaming rows of tomes full of ancient legislature–red-bound books that boasted debates from the House of Commons and forest green, gilt-bound ones that contained government discussions of Canada, even before it was a nation. The shelves held, too, pamphlets… Continue Reading “On Knowing: Part One”

Piece of Cake

Why imperfect cakes are still delicious.