Author: Brenda Wood

My idea of great travel involves no tent, no creepy-crawly scary (critters!), no campfires, and a really nice hotel with privacy, carpet, and a firm, yet cushioning, mattress. Not for me the grim, cold, barren sleep-outs. Mary didn't have such … Read more

Our church was presenting a musical evening entitled Cadenza. At first, some of us confused it with a credenza, an armoire type of furniture! When we learned that cadenza is a musical term for a little something special, we knew … Read more

Mix one tablespoon of glycerine, a drop or two of perfume or cologne, and a smidge of food colouring in a non-plastic bowl. Stir the Epsom salts while adding this concoction. Mix well and store in glass jars. Tie with … Read more

I am really annoyed with myself. This afternoon I have to throw out fifteen dollars. (Even in Canadian currency, this is a substantial amount!) Oh, that was not my original intention. At first, I planned to save money. I carefully … Read more

It seemed that the tiny red car would be crushed by oncoming traffic. Speeding too fast along the highway, the driver had misjudged his passing distance. Another car was hurtling down upon him. There was nowhere to go — or … Read more

Once again, we had to drive to a far corner of the parking lot. There were no spaces near the door. I manoeuvred his walker out of the trunk and set it up for his use. Then we slowly worked … Read more

The body, wrapped in black cloth, was rolled out into the cemetery on something like a stretcher. The cantor read scriptures about facing judgment and meeting God. The family cut into their clothing as a sign of grief, and would … Read more

I really like the new way to marinate tough meat: just place it in a plastic food bag, and pour a little of one's favourite salad dressing over it. Zip the bag shut, and toss the whole thing in the … Read more

Our driver, caught up in the frenzy, showed little restraint as we raced along the 401, the super highway that runs through Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I wanted to scream out that even the Apostle Paul travelled in the slow lane … Read more

The other day, a vehicle drove down our street, full of people. None was talking with the others. Instead, each person was having a "private" conversation on his cell phone! What? For a solid thirty minutes? No cell phone ringing? … Read more