From both Sarah Joseph and Karen Armstrong I think I expected to hear about something historical, perhaps concerning the underpinnings of our contemporary situation. Instead, the evening was a call to action.
Translation is an act of hope. We believe that a story can leap between contexts and cultures and from one language into another. To […]
These flags hang in our church. You might consider them disrespectful, I suppose. Even disgraceful. They were once bright, of course, honoured reminders of military […]
I have spent too much time this week reading. There are too many hard stories to read. The American election did not turn out as […]
When we walked into church yesterday morning, we were surprised to see one of the great stone columns was encased in scaffolding and plastic sheeting. […]
Reading is an act of vulnerability. We don’t know how stories might change us. We don’t know what might happen.
It’s evening now and we’ve had the last of the trick-or-treaters. My own kids are safely home, tired, sugared and happy. They were worried […]
Yesterday was a rainy day – a kids-off-school, cold-and-drizzly, practically-grim-November rainy kind of day. None of us could really settle into anything. There was lots […]
Last week, Beangirl went to camp with her class. The Spouse dropped her off at school on Monday morning, then she climbed on the big […]
The end of the Record jostles all sorts of things, smallest of which is my own blogging schedule. The Messy Table has been a […]
Sometimes it is the stories that don’t quite fit. The off-balance ones and those that sit in-between. They catch our eye and hold our attention. […]
My kids’ days are full of “have-tos.” They have to do their homework. They have to tidy their rooms, to wash their hands, to remember their things for school, and to help with the dishes. But they have plenty of “get-tos” as well.
There is something about sitting by the water. It’s timeless and moving. Renewing and still. The paradox settles well with us. We’re creatures of water. […]
I often turn to the ArtWay website when I’m looking for something new, but this week, I found a poem there that made the familiar worth […]
It’s a quiet day around here. So much quieter than it’s been in a while. Plum started nursery last week so this is my […]
September started as always around here with cake and it will end, all being well, with dragon bread. Today was the first day of school, and […]
When friends gave my youngest a kaleidoscope, I didn’t ask if they read this column. It proved to be the perfect gift, regardless.
Plum will be starting nursery at the end of next week. At the beginning of the summer, we received a welcome package from the […]
This is how Canadians face down death, with shiny pants and dancing. #TheHip — Stacy King (@stacyking) August 21, 2016 On Saturday night, we stayed […]
When I sat down this morning, I planned to write about the Toronto Public Library, but sunshine got in the way. It’s been one of […]