Category: Memoir

Create your own recipes

The house reeked of garlic because I didn’t know the difference between a clove and a bulb. The mashed potatoes were a gluey mass. The chocolate cake looked like an exploded volcano, but at least it had plenty of cracks…


Deep Roots

I wrote this in October 1987, while watching North Sea waves crash on the shore of Noordwijk, Holland. Yesterday I stumbled across it and decided to share it…from the perspective of my own deep roots. Love is enchanting, exhilarating, maddening,…


Fire in the woods

Pioneer Ranch

It takes so long to shake off the newcomer designation in a rural community. And it takes so little to make it stick like glue. We added some glue early in our stay in Cariboo. Pioneer Ranch lies on one…


One man’s sacrifice for war

Outhouse family

Mother had told us her brother Speed (Levi Outhouse) was moving to Twin Falls. We knew he had been living in an SRO (single-room occupancy) building in Portland, Oregon. The building was being demolished. With nowhere to go, he became…


Re-visiting home

I’ve just come in from an evening walk along the waterfront. One of the resident great blue herons sat on a concrete embankment, contemplating his dinner prospects in the water below. Along the bridge I stopped to see if the…


Traveling with death

Robin in Port Elliot

“I hope I see you again,” she said. We stopped last night to say farewell to a couple who are high on our list of favourite people. When we said our goodbyes, Jill spoke the six words that struck me…


My heart is a puddle

My first chance to hold Sunday. Notice her t-shirt - Tutu is my grandmother nickname for this little one

It’s an old saw, “If I’d known how much fun grandchildren would be, I’d have had them first.” In my case, things worked out that way. I’ve never had children. That’s a long story with some sad chapters, but what…

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