It’s time to call a meeting of the troops. “Gather around, everyone. We need to talk.” The air is cool in the cave, sheltered from
“Can I have a bike for my birthday this year?” A typical, impatient eight-year-old, I must have asked my parents this question a million times.
Happy Birthday, Dad. You would have been 88 today. I miss you today, Dad. I miss your wisdom; I could use some right now. I don’t
My first impression of Sherry was “Stepford Wife”. A tall, thin, blonde, Sherry appeared to be the perfect wife and mother. The stones in her garden
Closing my eyes, I imagine a body of water. In my mind’s eye I see a lake in Muskoka: a thick morning mist hovering over the
Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten. These song lyrics have run through my mind all night, keeping me from sleeping.