March 22, 2020
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?
October 16, 2018
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.
October 4, 2017
Photos from our somewhat annual autumn trip to Nova Scotia.
December 24, 2016
The physical space that my parents have christened Sanctuary is the outward expression of their hearts.
December 26, 2015
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.
October 15, 2014
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.
October 22, 2011
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 ...