I admit it: I love parades — especially the drum lines and the bagpipes. When I was growing up in Toronto, Canada, my family went to the annual Christmas parade and it was a big deal. Here in Rabbit Lake, we don't have that kind of … Read more

My mare, Mama, came to us with a crippled leg. How long she had been this way, I do not know. She needed a home, however, so we welcomed her, along with her son, Frank, who became my cart pony. Whenever I would take Frank out for a buggy … Read more

God gave very careful instructions to His people when they were about to leave Egypt, not only how to identify themselves as children of the living God by the blood of the lamb daubed over the door posts, but also … Read more

I was quietly dreading the day, even though it was such a small thing and would be over in a minute or two. Having my blood taken was definitely not my favourite way to start the day. As I was … Read more

Each spring when the grass turns green and those pesky little yellow flowers appear in my lawn once again, I am reminded of my mother and of the dandelion greens she served for dinner when I was growing up. However, … Read more

How good is your memory? Mine is not as good as it might be. My wife could tell you how forgetful I am. I drove to work one day. It was a very busy day, and I did have a … Read more