Otherwise known as Lent
For a string of years, near the beginning of March, Deb and I would pack up and go to Whidbey Island. It was a way to shake off winter’s habits—habits of ...
Tag: death
Hidden legacy, Broken Bread – On the passing of my mother
My mother died on Christmas Eve. In two months she would have been 92. She had a heart attack while at breakfast and was hurried to the (Yorkton) hospital. My o...