Grow Mercy–a family Christmas letter
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the condominium Not a participle was stirring, not even an idiom… &...
Category: Freedom
The turning tide, like a seeking heart
I lived in a basement in Victoria BC and ate cottage cheese because it was cheap and I had read somewhere of its complete-food value. The basement had a door fa...
Today in ‘Growing Up’
Today, in Growing Up: I will move with grace through the detritus of my mind and hold myself responsible for the petty verdicts that lick at my wits and forgive...
Through the eyes of Another other
Six of us kneel at the Eucharist railing and wait. My mind is on the snuffling priest who is busy beside the altar, disinfecting and wiping his hands, breaking ...