Can You Buy Me a Meal

Can You Buy Me a Meal

It's not yet seven o'clock in the morning.  A clump of us are walking from the bus stop to our respective offices to start the week, our heads down.  I see the feet of a man standing on the sidewalk in the cold rain, asking for food. "Can you buy me a meal...for a...

Music Memories

Music Memories

I close my eyes as the first notes of the song come through my headphones. “Me and my friends, we’re all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing but there’s no way we ever could...” John Mayer’s Waiting on the World to Change -  the song my nephew had to have...

My Mother’s Voice

My Mother’s Voice

I lost my Mom almost ten years ago.  She lived with ALS for three years and taught me how to face life and its challenges with gratitude, humility and grace.  During Mom’s illness I promised myself that if I could help it, I would not have regrets after she died....

A Well-Earned Retirement

A Well-Earned Retirement

Our cleaning lady has vacuumed my office for the last time.  After a life of hard work, her retirement starts today.  She always has a smile and a kind word for all. “Laaaasst daaay!” I sing as she enters my cubicle.  Her smile says it all.  “Are you excited?” Her...

Another Drawer, Another Treasure

Another Drawer, Another Treasure

As I root through my bedside table - the place where I keep sentimental things - familiar handwriting catches my eye.  Dad’s printing.  I know it is a letter by the way it is folded, the yellow foolscap is wrinkled and bent.  I unfold it carefully, unexpectedly...

Another’s Perspective

Another’s Perspective

I am sitting at a patio table staring at the ocean. The waves crash and break relentlessly, foaming against the sand and shells on the beach.  The sound is strong, and the water unfriendly.  The horizon holds nothing but the line where sky and water meet.  Not a bird,...

So Much Can Change in a Year

So Much Can Change in a Year

It has been hard to get excited about the new year.  We are surrounded by reminders to plan our goals, make resolutions, to change and do better.  The pressure can be overwhelming if we let it.  I tend to let it. I don't think I am alone when I say that it's easier to...

Holiday Connections

Holiday Connections

Christmas is two days away. Many of us are busy picking up last minute gifts, baking, wrapping or travelling to see loved ones.  Some in our communities aren’t as lucky and won’t be with people they love this holiday season.  The reasons why don’t matter, the fact...

Christmas Traditions

Christmas Traditions

Today, December 16th, would have been my Mom’s birthday.  She died on Christmas Eve, 2009 – nine days after she turned sixty-eight.  I don’t say that for sympathy.  It is our family’s truth, and it forever changed Christmas.  She lived with ALS for over three years...

Heart-Warming

Heart-Warming

I sit cross-legged, staring through the blurry window of the wood stove, feeling the heat on my cheeks. Traveling down my body, it warms me like nothing else.  The house is dark and quiet.  I lay back on the floor and stare up at the ceiling, watching the flame...

Another Chance to Ask

Another Chance to Ask

As we drive through communities on the Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland, country music streams through the speakers in the truck.  The view out the window is trees as far as the eye can see.  It is a province of rural communities and few towns.  Labrador is a ferry...

A Desk Full of Stories

A Desk Full of Stories

I am rooting through the beautiful old desk that was my mother’s, and her father’s before that.  It holds things that I can not bear to throw away, because she couldn’t either.  Expired passports, bank books and wills.  Photographs and hand writing.  Physical evidence...

Gone but Not Forgotten

Gone but Not Forgotten

November 11, 2018 marks the one hundredth anniversary of the end of World War One.  The Armistice that ended the battle took effect on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.  Originally known as Armistice Day, Canada officially changed the name...

People Watching

People Watching

The food court is full of hustle and bustle. It's overwhelming until I settle in and start to watch the people around me.  My mom was the person who first shared her joy of people watching with me.  It's what folks did before they had cell phone screens to distract...

A Skill Passed On

A Skill Passed On

We stand in the entryway of the old building, awkwardly looking at each other.  It's the moment after you hear the price of something and aren’t sure you want to commit.  The woman behind the desk waits.  We decide to invest in the visit - we have time before our...

Remembering, A Century Later

Remembering, A Century Later

“We’re on Fogo Island...” I looked up, not understanding what he meant... then it clicked. The gaff. The four of us stared at each other. My brain flashed back to the museum we had visited the day before.  Set up in an old house, local artifacts were carefully...

Stories from Newfoundland

Stories from Newfoundland

My husband and I recently returned home from a vacation with friends.  We traveled across the province of Newfoundland in Atlantic Canada, starting on the west coast in Corner Brook before driving up the Northern Peninsula. We stayed in Gros Morne Park where we hiked...

Creating Connections

Creating Connections

Have you met a person for the first time and instantly felt a connection?  Or stepped into a building or onto a beach and sensed you had been there before?  Have you heard a story and felt the goosebumps rise on your arms? I have come to realize that this blog is...

The Wind and The Waves

The Wind and The Waves

The wind howls as it cuts around the corner of the house.  It's relentless and constant.  We don't have wind like this at home.  The air sneaks in through the window frames.  I feel a chill.  I'm glad I packed my long johns.  And twelve pairs of socks. This place is...

Little p people

Little p people

I enjoy people watching.  The weather-beaten woman on the bus.  She is dressed traditionally, head bobbing, chin on her chest, holding her cell phone tightly while she sleeps. The rough looking man beside her, intently reading a book.  I realize that based on his...