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If these walls could speak

When I was a teenager, Amy Grant was my favourite singer. I had a huge collection of her albums and music books as well. I used to sit at the piano and belt them out after school when no one was home. One of my … Continue reading

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The family jewels are growing on my patio

As a little girl, one of my favourite people in the whole world was my maternal grandmother. Gramma Nicholls always saved the plastic toys inside the Shreddies box for me and let me help her bake chocolate chip cookies when I went to visit. I … Continue reading

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Walking memories

I love labyrinths. They come in all shapes and sizes, both ancient and modern, and have a rich global history. Walking the labyrinth is a helpful spiritual practice for me. My feet take up the slow, steady guided steps, leaving my mind … Continue reading

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J-cloths and church ladies

Growing up, there was always a J-cloth in the sink. It was blue and usually faded from washing, since my mother was frugal and used them until they fell apart. Sometimes they were wet and drippy, other times they hung over the fawcett, … Continue reading

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Strawberry cookies

Growing up, my mother baked a few special treats at Christmas time. She made naniamo bars and shortbread (always complaining about the price of butter). She helped us make shaped sugar cookies a few times, even using coloured “paint” to decorate … Continue reading

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Everyone loves a parade

As a child, I always wanted to be in the Santa Clause parade. I remember watching the big Toronto parade on television, fascinated with the clowns that seemed to be walking on their hands and the princesses with huge skirts … Continue reading

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When I am old…

I have always been bothered by purple asters. Every year about this time they come into bloom with their fine mauve petals and tiny yellow centres. I see them everywhere growing on roadsides, in ditches and along the wooded trails by … Continue reading

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