My sister Elizabeth teaches me to ride a bicycle
Always, there was Mrs. Spilchen’s caraganas,ready to hang my forays up for ridicule.And across the street, Mrs. Kreiger’s petunia pots, far enough a...
Category: Culture
Grief for what you’ve lost – Rumi
To all who have been devastated by the flood: I have no idea how, having lost home, or community, or town, you begin to stitch things back together, weave...
Christians can’t drink Starbucks
It was a close call. But fortunately, before I slurped my next Grande Verona I saw the light: emanating, as it was, from the glistening brow of evangelist David...
Ecclesiastes falls open on highway 22
On a Saturday evening on the first day of June, sit down and draw the road from Saskatchewan Crossing, past David Thompson to Rocky Mountain House. Pencil in an...