We recently stumbled into an unknown and unexpected place. . . the world of dog shows. After the death of our much-loved large breed dog, we

I am not a rock climber.  In my childhood out in the fields and forests of northwestern Ontario, I was a capable and confident tree

I’ve seen this before, deer flies bold enough and brazen. You hear them, pounding themselves on the windshield and against the door and laying siege

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve always been more of a dog person. And as a lifelong single woman, my preferred terms have become “fun aunt”

Apparently I don’t really know what the word “wooly” means. Dictionaries tell me it means vague and confused.  I’ve always liked the word wooly. I

I had walked past it numerous times and never paid it much attention. But this time I stopped because something peculiar had caught my eye.

I met him while sipping on a nice coffee and croissant. Not only was he a fellow pilgrim, but he was also an American. While

Every once in a while it is necessary for me to get outside the Reformed bubble. Not to wander in some hedonistic romp on the

Margaret[1] and I had a proper visit last week – not a quick hello, but a nice long sit-down. Margaret, a resident in the long-term