God loves broken things. He makes the ocean break as waves on the shore, sending shards of water glistening into the sky. He breaks the stillness of a Northern, summer morning with the call of a loon. He sends His little critters to break… Continue Reading “Broken”
I could join the many mourning the loss of relatives, friends, and neighbours today, OR I can choose to remember my relatives who served as COs in the last great war. I could choose to join the parade behind the veterans OR I could… Continue Reading “My Manifesto: Lest We Forget”
The third part of the “Toronto Trilogy” She Worships …raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. …closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. …leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships …joining our… Continue Reading “She Worships”
Second in the Toronto Trilogy When the revolving doors of the Eaton Centre spat me out onto the sidewalk, I noticed them. A cluster of five girls all dressed in jeans and fashionable coats. Chestnut hair of both the straight and tight-curl variety framed… Continue Reading “She Asks”
In which brainwashing is revealed, a control freak acknowledges that her best friend is too sick for her to heal, the Spirit drowns out the preacher, and eyes leak salt water.