Author: Maureen Killick

Talking with my father-in-law about his surname, which I took when I married his son, he told me that a "killick" is an anchor. Since our conversation, I've been thinking about what "anchor" means. It means "hope". My hope is … Read more

I've been working at the supermarket for almost a year now. I still love my job as much as I did on Day One. As my department is right by the entrance, I get to chat every day with many … Read more

I joined a fitness club recently, along with my youngest daughter. After signing the agreement, a date and time were picked for us to have our fitness evaluation done. The day before that appointment, I felt unwell. I ached all … Read more

Have you ever heard someone say, "Boy! If only I could turn back the clock!"? Well, in our area, we do just that this coming weekend. It always feels nice to have that extra hour. But that is not the … Read more

I worked for a carpenter the other day. It was my husband. I was helping out, filling in nail holes. A tedious task, one might think. However, I like jobs like this, and it is so satisfying to stand back … Read more

Sitting in the mall, at the table, with my "New York" French fries just coated in salt, I delighted in the taste. I offered them around, but it seems no-one likes as much salt as I do. "Mmmmmm, delicious!" I'd … Read more

I recently entered my name on a website, with lists of schools and names of past pupils who attended. The very next day, I received an e-mail from a pal from my junior school days. She is still residing in … Read more

I was handed a new Canadian ten-dollar bill by a customer at work, who asked me if I knew that the poem, "In Flanders Fields," was printed on it. I looked, squinted, and looked again. No way could I read … Read more

In yesterday's devotional, I wrote about going to England last spring to see my dad, ill with an inoperable brain tumour. I came back to Canada but returned to England in July as he became much worse. His sight went … Read more

This time last year, I returned to England, as my dad was ill. It appeared that he had had a stroke. I made the decision to get the next flight available, to be by his side. The first assumption proved … Read more