Smoky Sunset

sunset over St. Louis' (May 23 2015) The land lay under an heavy pall of smoke today, from dozens of forest fires burning around the province. Smoke came in through the open windows of our home, making me wonder who had a wood fire going. We weren’t burning anything, and our nearest neighbour is half a mile away. [Read more…]

What Will You Be Remembered For?

walking caneLast month our son Timothy graduated from Mount Carmel Bible College. It’s a small school with a family atmosphere. It wasn’t surprising, then, when a staff member who addressed the graduates gave a two-word description for each one. Some were obvious, like “Kim’s melody”, for everyone knew how she loved to sing, and would do so in meetings and ministry. But most of them were inside jokes that only the graduates and their own families knew. I waited, breathless, for what she’d say about our son. [Read more…]

Kindergarten Adventure

Willena Rose Cummins - Gr1I never had company as I walked to kindergarten. At five years old, I took the mile-long walk alone. I didn’t mind. I liked being alone. There was so much to do along the way. Kick a pebble ahead of me… admire the flowerbeds in the yards along the way… throwing pebbles in the creek… balancing on the curb pretending I was a tightrope walker… [Read more…]

A Baby for Mother’s Day

Last week, on the first of May, I shared a little of my family with you because that day was the anniversary of my Granny Cummins’ birth.

The truth is, the first half of the month of May has always been a special time in my family, especially for my mom and me. May 10th is my birthday, and May 13th was my mom’s birthday. Since May 10, 1953 was Mother’s Day and I am the eldest in my family, I’ve always liked to say… [Read more…]

Music in My Heart

I’ve always wondered why Mrs. Smith chose to teach kindergarten as a profession. She never seemed to enjoy it.

Her favourite form of punishment for the smallest misdemeanor was to send a child to stand in the corner — behind the big upright piano. Her victim didn’t have to be a wayward kindergarten pupil. Sometimes it was an older kid, making faces at us through the window. Occasionally Mrs. Smith would forget she had sent someone there. One hapless 7th grade student was forgotten until noon when he timidly spoke up from behind the piano and asked to be allowed to go home for lunch. [Read more…]

“What’s in the box, Mommy?”

kitten butterflyShe smiled mysteriously as she buckled her seatbelt. “You’ll see when we get home.” But she couldn’t hide the tell-tale sounds coming from inside the small cardboard box…

“What are their names, Mommy?”

“Honey and Ginger,” she said as two ginger fluff balls tumbled out of the box onto the kitchen floor and skittered beyond the reach of several eager pairs of hands. [Read more…]

Calico Cats and Chopper Birds

bakidwritingTrue homeschooling story about 9 years ago…

Nathaniel and I sat at the kitchen table doing our homeschooling for the day. I gave him the picture of a cat to colour. He said it was a calico cat. Okay… this could take a minute or two, depending on how detailed the markings would be. [Read more…]

When Your World Turns Upside Down

Written in 2012…

When your world turns upside down
And you don’t know what to do,
Try standing on your head, and
Watch the answers come to you!

A year ago, a lady came to see me about [Read more…]


A glimpse into the life of a girl growing up in a small town in southern Ontario, Canada….

My stepfather was the town garbage man, which meant an unpleasant stigma, and unkind teasing from the kids at school. But it also meant dented cans of soup or fruit, bags of perfectly wearable clothing, and even boxes of books, that Clifford would bring home from the garbage… Beautiful Joe, Uncle Titus in the Country, and a host of others that I treasured as I was growing up. They aren’t garbage men any more. Last I heard they were sanitary engineers and had to have a Grade 12 education before they were hired. And they aren’t allowed to bring anything home from the garbage. [Read more…]

It’s Never Too Late

Fiction firmly based on fact…

it's never too late“Mrs. Lansing?”

Penny started, and her dark eyes flew to Dr. Colby’s sober face. Her magazine slid to the floor, forgotten in her haste as she stood up.

“Is he-?”

“Kirk is resting quietly.”

Penny relaxed, and then tensed as she absorbed the import of his next words. [Read more…]