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It was a sight so arresting, it halted my journey up Christie Street. From the side of the curb, only inches from the street, were flowers growing from a minuscule break in the concrete. Beautiful purple cosmos bloomed where there should only be rock and pavement. There is a lesson here. More than “Bloom where you are […]

August 20, 2012 You and I may be the only people who remember the significance of this day. And you are gone, so there is only me. Thirty-five years ago, this day changed my life. Today my mind traveled winding paths of memory, thinking about you and us and what was and is. Of course, we thought

In 2003, I took gerontology online. Other than that, I haven’t been in school for decades.I still have two children finishing university degrees, but neither of them has lived at home for years. So why do back to school ads still make me edgy? As a kid, those ads meant an end to the fun

A dollar a day. The concept fascinated me. Could I change the world with a dollar a day? When our church challenged us to put this amount aside for missions, I was thankful that at this season of my life, I could do this. I am a concrete and visual learner, so I bought a

At 3:00 a.m., my mind isn’t functioning at the top of its game. When I rolled out of bed in response to my doggy’s summons, I stumbled into the hallway and hit the light switch. Nothing. Must be burned out. It wasn’t until I’d felt my way down the stairs that it occurred to me that all

We all have stuff. Nothing wrong with that.The problem comes when our stuff has us. The Parable of the StuffThere once was an elderly lady. She had lived lots of years, and now she wheezed when she walked and puffed when she got up and squinted when she tried to see. For all the years

The day had been a culinary disaster. I have a reputation as a good cook and an even better baker/dessert maker. At work, I am always trying new recipes, and usually they are great. Usually. The other day, I made something called “Strawberry Cream Dessert.” Cookie base, jello, cool whip, strawberries, orange juice.–sounds like the

My granddaughter will be going to kindergarten this fall, which brings to mind one of my favourite pieces of writing. I wish I’d written it. All I really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten (a guide for Global Leadership)All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how

Friday night. Going home. My entire focus was on a mindless moving toward the goal–home. I could do that commute in my sleep, and sometimes did. Even though I had to work Saturday, there was something special about Friday night, and I couldn’t wait for it to begin. As I exited the subway, a scene

My father, Luffey Everson(affectionately known as Bubbawhen he became a grandfather)on his birthday in 1985. Bill Peachman, on the day of Benjamin’s dedication in 1986.  Ben is in his arms, Ruth is beside him and Rebekah  beside her. In the blue dresses  are my nieces Sarah (curly hair)  and Shannon. It’s hard to be a father. Or a mother.