By Virtue and Valour

By Virtue and Valour

I can remember the smell of the Royal Canadian Navy ship on which my father sailed, a pungent blend of diesel fuel, marine paint and salty sea air. Once a year the crew’s families were invited onboard for a tour. My brothers and I clambered on the large guns mounted...
A Channel of Thanksgiving

A Channel of Thanksgiving

I remember … my father coming home, tall and handsome in his navy uniform, setting down his bag full of gifts from far away places and sweeping me up in his arms. I remember my mother, lovely in a fresh summer dress, pearled and perfumed, her face aglow for her...
On the Wings of the Wind

On the Wings of the Wind

When my cracked living room window was replaced last fall, I hardly expected it to impact my inner life. But it has, because now I have a window I can open to warm summer breezes, sounds of bird song and scents of freshly mowed grass and lilacs. A shy mourning dove...
Bridging the Gap

Bridging the Gap

Crossing the Lions Gate Bridge in Vancouver, BC gets my adrenaline pumping. After winding through the tall, sheltering trees of Stanley Park, traffic streams onto the soaring orange bridge arching over the Burrard Inlet. Suddenly substantial ground drops away, and...
God’s Country

God’s Country

A road trip I took a few years ago caused me to celebrate being part of this vast, diverse country of Canada. As I traveled across the fertile plains of southern Manitoba to the rolling green hills of central Saskatchewan, I felt proud to be a citizen of this...