My three-year-old, Kaitlyn, urgently points up to the figurines in the nativity scene on the fireplace mantel. “Play, play, play.” She knows these are special somehow, brought out for the occasion, and she’s determined to know what all the fuss is about. I explain they’re just decorations, not meant to be played with. And, they aren’t safe either . . . read more
A Place for the Lonely
I’ve found ample fodder for my writing addiction where I live in Vancouver, Canada. This pearl of the West Coast has consistently been rated among the most liveable cities in the world. And it presents at least one never ending mystery. Oddly, in spite of this city’s charm, many who have lived here for any length of time have found it to be a “lonely place”. read more . . .