During the cold, snowy months, my gelding, Frank, does not get out of the corral very often. Once in awhile, though, I deliberately leave the gate open when I go in to feed and clean. When I do, Frank is quick to take advantage of the … Read more
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Hanging By A Thread
Recently, I stood on my fifth-floor balcony and watched a gentleman clean my windows, hanging by a rope. When he had finished my windows, he eased the clamp on the rope and safely lowered himself to the next floor. As I watched, I … Read more
Baby At The Police Station
"A baby who has been left alone is being held down at the police station," said the message on our phone. My husband, the social worker on duty, asked if I'd go along with him as backup. When we got to the station, he went off to find … Read more
After The Storm
I'm not saying that God created a storm just to give me a gift of His love, but here's what happened. It all started a few months ago when a fellow writer sent me a note encouraging me in my new life as a widow. It became the basis of the … Read more
The Suspenders
I have always had a problem. Long before the skinny-girl look was popular, there was me. I just don't seem to have a waist or hips; I'm just sort of all up and down in a straight line. Though this … Read more
Snow Tires
It's that time of year again when we need either to change over to our snow tires or to purchase new ones. There is a saying which goes, The more things change, the more they stay the same. When I … Read more
Holy Hands
On Sunday mornings at Erin Church, all of our young families come down to the front of the sanctuary to hear a story, sing a song, and say a prayer. During Lent, we're singing the old spiritual, "He's Got the … Read more
The Weakness Of Babies
When my grandson, Cory, was little, he loved to be sung to, so, as many grandmothers do, I sang as I rocked him. By the time he was a two-year-old, he wanted more activity. "Rock-a-bye Baby" was a favourite because, … Read more
The Cat Under The Bough
While walking my dog a few days before Christmas, she hesitantly drew me towards a beautiful hemlock tree. There, underneath, lay a fair sized grey tabby cat, front paws crossed, but very, very still. There was no question. He was … Read more