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I was baking cookies with residents the other day, when one of the ladies who lives in our apartments waved at me. We had become friends during the years of difficult experiences in her life–the dementia, decline and eventual death of her precious husband. It had been over a year, and she was slowly rebuilding […]

One weekend about a year after I became a widow, a friend and I were watching the first four movies in the “Love Comes Softly” series. Based on the bestselling books by Janette Oake, Clark and Marty meet on a wagon train going out west. Marty’s husband has just been killed in an accident. She

Imagine a world of Weebles. Rotund little wooden creatures to are weighted on the bottom, sothey wobble, but don’t fall over. Weebles have painted bodies indicating their careers, butminimal facial expression. As they go about their daily activities, they wobble, and may bumpinto each other, but they turn away and keep going. Weebles don’t communicate.I’ve

                                                      I know adventurous people. They get an adrenalin rush from hanging off the CN tower or skydiving or facing sharks. They are always looking for new adventures. The

I’m a pretty flexible person. There’s not a whole lot that’s a deal breaker with me- I can go for chicken or fish or steak or a vegetarian dish. We can go out or stay in. I like a variety of movies I like to try new things. But there’s one thing that can drive

In the twelve plus years I have worked with the elderly, I have been touched by amazing people. My heart is filled with their stories, both funny and touching, and the ways they have influenced my life. Like having a hundred grandparents, I am rich with the gifts each of them has given me. In

UPDATE: Thanks to 2 heart medications and a diuretic, Cinnamon is stable at the moment, with his stamina slowly increasing. We are thankful!           My little buddy is not well, and at this point, I don’t know if he will get better. Today I was reflecting on the gift he has

Today, I sat with a man whose life on earth is waning. When I entered the room, he was groaning a little. I don’t think he was in pain, but breathing was hard work, and he was tired. I rubbed his arm and spoke to him, but the groaning continued. I kept rubbing his arm,

Today, I took an elderly woman to her room, sat down with her, and told her that her best friend had just died. It broke my heart. God made us to be connected. We need each other. Each of us has an area of our heart that longs to be understood, to be heard. There

What if God moved in next door? I’ve lived in the same house for many years, and had a variety of neighbours. When we moved in, an older couple lived in the attached unit to our townhouse, and I smiled and chatted with them until I learned he was a pedophile known by police. I