For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … More Do things happen for a reason?
On the day I sold my house, I spent the first hour of the morning collecting keys from the various friends who’d pretty much claimed them as their own. As I went through the process of rustling up my spare keys, I realized I was ending a fine contractual agreement, concluding a covenant of sorts. … More The key to friendship unlocks a house
Feeling the angst of a village, thanks to a resident monk News that a fire was devouring the municipal heart of Rogersville blazed across Canada earlier this week, catching people’s attention and stirring their empathy. Twitter feeds announced the bad news within minutes of the sparks flaring, which is where I first read about it. … More People, Places and Things