Every woman should date a musician at least once. Just to see what it’s like to be with an artsy type of guy. I did just that in my first year of university. I was studying math and sciences. Calculus and statistics and biology and physics labs. Rick was a blue-eyed, blond-haired guitarist studying communications.… Continue reading On Being Serenaded
Two women. One’s about to turn 90, and the other one’s already 91. They’ve lived totally different lives but share something in common. Both are fiercely independent and have no intention of stepping foot inside a nursing home. My Mom turns 90 on the ninth day of the ninth month this year. Mom’s raised six… Continue reading No Nursing Homes, Please!
Well, I was right about something I mentioned in my last post. The twin teenagers who sat in front of me at church were definitely blind. This week, I arrived before the daughters and their mother. I watched them approach the pew in front of me again. The girls’ white canes were instantly folded into a quarter of… Continue reading Words Rang True
And the legend of the pool-shark lives on, you could say! My husband, Guy and I attended a BBQ last Saturday when we noticed small bean bags being thrown across the lawn. Guy was asked by his sister if he was going to play the bean-bag toss game. Sort of like lawn darts but apparently… Continue reading The Pool Shark
“Tell him to stay out of church. If he has a strong urge to go to confession or mass, it’ll have to wait until he’s back home in Canada.” My friend was asking what she should do as her son was in France right now. In the news was reported a French priest had been… Continue reading Good Vs. Evil
Well, with all the sadness of the racial killings and terrible racism in the news today, all I can say is I wish more people had my vision. My vision is far from perfect but it works just great for me. I have no complaints. The other day in the homeless shelter, someone asked me… Continue reading Window to the Soul
My sister, Lisa and I parted with the homeless man, Wade and headed to the shelter. We passed a middle-aged barefoot woman with a blank stare on her face. Oh, the stories we’d hear if only we’d listen. A police car dropped off a young, scantily dressed agitated woman. We entered the building to find… Continue reading Part 3-Humanity Behind Homelessness