Sanctuary


When family is everything (week one)

When family is everything (week one)

There's nothing we can do in this crisis but hunker down, distance ourselves, and take care of each other, and that's what we're doing. And I'm enjoying this time together. Am I allowed to say that?

The end of travel season, a return to city life

The end of travel season, a return to city life

Last week, while at my parents house I experienced a keen sense of "these are the happy days". There wasn't a feeling of foreboding attached, but definitely an awareness that these moments don't last.

Three Days in Nova Scotia

Three Days in Nova Scotia

Photos from our somewhat annual autumn trip to Nova Scotia.

Christmas Stories: Sanctuary

Christmas Stories: Sanctuary

The physical space that my parents have christened Sanctuary is the outward expression of their hearts.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day

Each Christmas, though my body is in one place, my heart is in many places, specifically in all the places I've celebrated Christmas through the years, and with family spread across the country; western Canada, New England, Quebec, and the Maritimes.

For Thanksgiving

For Thanksgiving

Singing together old church choruses, with the rich alto harmonies and male tenor I've known since the womb, is like coming home for me.

Through The Looking Glass

Through The Looking Glass

My parents have a floor-to-ceiling glass wall in the front of their house. You can see what that looks like from the outside in this post. From the inside it looks like this. And this. And on a rainy October morning it looks like this. After those chilly mornings earlier ...