The Farm

swingingAt the foot of the lane, just inside the gate, protruded a long, rusty pipe embedded in the steep rock wall. From its spout gushed a cascade of sparkling cold spring water, into a square, moss-grown stone reservoir. Although this was intended for cattle, we children had discovered its real value. How delicious and cool it was to our parched throats after a rollicking game of “hide and seek” or “kick the can.” [Read more…]

I Remember

Remembrance Park, Georgetown ON

Remembrance Park, Georgetown ON

originally published by me on FaithWriters

There were two parks in the small southern Ontario town where I grew up. My husband had never seen either of them, having grown up in Alberta. We’d already strolled through the big park where the annual Rodeo and Fall Fair were held. I’d shown him the dinosaur monkey bars and tall climbing trees where I’d spent so many happy hours. [Read more…]

Choosing My Battles Wisely

mother and daughter

(written in 2008)

A young mother asked me, “If you had one piece of advice for parents of teens, what would it be?”

I replied, “Choose your battles wisely, and don’t sweat the small stuff.” [Read more…]

Pyromaniacs and Wannabe’s

campfire

Winter may be nearly over where you live. But here in Alberta, we may have to wait for two more months before spring comes for sure. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and new snow blankets the countryside around our home. My mind drifts back to a much colder night about ten years ago…  [Read more…]

Time for a Little Talk

~ Fiction based firmly in fact…

The tree stood proudly in the corner, tiny lights casting a twinkly glow on glossy balls and finely detailed wooden decorations. The popcorn and cranberry strands had, despite the presence of half a dozen small children, miraculously remained intact. Donna’s swift glance took in the gifts under the tree, the music waiting on the piano, the couch, TV and bookshelves free of toys and books, the extra dining table set up in the middle of the room with another smaller one beside it for little people. Five-month-old Mikey was asleep in his baby seat at the end of the couch. Her husband, Jeff, was down in the basement, looking for more chairs.

“Mommy! Daddy! They’re here!” The chorus of excited voices came from the top of the stairs. [Read more…]

One Year Ago

It’s hard to believe it’s been 6 years since we lost our son James… and 5 years since I wrote the following… [Read more…]

My Greatest Burden is My Greatest Blessing

b2_sun_14A valuable and rather surprising lesson I learned from my daughter Irene in the spring of 2004…

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A Wild Walk

Teena & Snook

Teena & Snook

This happened 11 years ago, when moose sightings were rare. We see them often now. Teena and Snook were our dogs, who somehow managed to escape from the house whenever they thought I was going for a walk. Both dogs are gone now, but we have fond memories of their years with us. Like this one… [Read more…]

A Bit of Light Fun

candle (1)On a summer’s night five years ago…

The power went tonight. Now that we’re midway between summer solstice and fall, it’s getting dark considerably sooner at night. And with the heavy cloud cover, it was pretty dark when the lights went out at around 10:30pm. Given the night owl nature of my family, plus the fact that Ian wasn’t home yet, it’s no surprise that the boys came upstairs instead of just going to bed. [Read more…]

What’s in a Name

On this day 63 years ago, my parents were married. James Michael Cummins and Willena Mae Livingston… the best mom and dad a little girl could have had.

And now, a little story that tells something about my parents… [Read more…]