By now, you all know about COVID-19
the beastliest beast our planet has seen
It’s nasty and spiky and can make us quite ill
If we can destroy it, we certainly will
I’ve considered your thoughts on this grimy old goblin
and decided to figure out a fix for the problem
You’ll find some ideas in my ditty below
With your thinking cap on, you’ll think thinks of your own
These are the things I’ve heard some of you say:
COVID-19, you Big Meanie Beanie! You’ve kept me away from my gramps and my granny My teacher seems…
We don’t choose to be born, but we should have the right to decide to die.
After supporting a beloved family member through the process of Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID), I’m incredibly grateful to have this option in Canada. Accompanying my aunt on her end-of-life journey was a heartbreaking experience — and an honour. I hope my story will help if you ever go through this.
In December 2020, my aunt chose to end her life. She was in the final stages of leukemia and asked me, her only relative in Canada, to be with her when she died…
$18.00 a week is less than $3.00 a day. Could you live on that?
It’s easy to judge those living in poverty — homeless people on the streets and hungry families lining up at the food bank. The truth is, life can throw curveballs, and poverty and homelessness can happen to any of us. People are often on income assistance programs due to misfortune: a serious accident, long-term physical or mental health problems, an abusive family situation, or unemployment.
We need to educate ourselves about poverty and homelessness, not only to help avoid these situations ourselves but to help those…
Every year I grow sunflowers in my garden. I love sunflowers, their bright, cheerful faces make me happy, and it’s satisfying watching them grow bigger so quickly.
One year, our kids planted seeds side by side and waited to see whose flower would grow the tallest. They named their sunflowers SpongeBob and Patrick.
My bedroom window looks out to our backyard. I was enjoying a cup of tea one morning when something caught my eye. SpongeBob was at the window bobbing happily in the breeze on his 13-foot stem. Days later, Patrick was peeking through too.
Every day when I…
Former US First Lady Michelle Obama is a smart, warm, caring person. She is also funny! Thanks to my local Chamber of Commerce, I received a free ticket to hear her speak at a (pre-COVID) sold-out We for She event in Vancouver.
Audience members were not allowed to record any part of the event. On the SkyTrain home, I wrote fast — trying to document as much as possible of this incredibly inspiring evening. What follows are some of the gems of wisdom I heard and how I’m trying to apply them in my life. Words in quotes are Michelle…
What did you want to be when you grew up? Did your dreams come true? Who were your childhood heroes, the people that encouraged and inspired you?
A child’s dream is a precious, magical thing — a living, breathing entity that needs time to germinate and grow. It must be allowed to hover and sparkle in their imagination, turning this way and that. The child needs space to examine their creation from all angles. Eventually, the vision may settle quietly in the child’s mind, or it may begin to evolve, take shape and possibly change the course of their life.
One evening, driving home from work, my husband and I were listening to the radio. The newscaster announced happily that here in Canada, February 9th is National Pizza Day. We didn’t even know there was such a thing but were thrilled to hear of this new excuse to eat pizza.
After talking about all the delicious varieties of pizza for a minute or two, our watering mouths and grumbling stomachs could no longer be ignored. We decided to do the right thing and support National Pizza Day along with millions of our fellow Canadians. …
One Christmas Eve, my seventeen-year-old son called me from the bakery where he worked part-time. He was on the evening shift with a couple of co-workers, and the store was about to close. The person scheduled to pick up the leftover bread and pastries to be donated to a local charity had not shown up. He was worried about what to do with the food, so I suggested he call the manager to ask for advice. He was then instructed to throw the leftovers — approximately $1500.00 worth of bread and pastries, into the garbage.
It seemed utterly wrong for…
Each year on November 11th,
the Earth reflects,
breathing gently, in sombre silence.
Cold winds carry ghostly murmurs
of the rat-a-tat-tat of war and the soulful cries of broken soldiers.
Lives cut short in cold
far from warm homes and loved ones.
Poppies stand quietly in woods and meadows,
swaying sadly under silent skies,
delicate symbols of war and peace,
honouring the fallen.
In the sunlit morning, nature’s teardrops glisten
on translucent, blood-red petals.
bullet hole portals to a million agonizing stories.
Mothers kneeling in doorways hold envelopes to the sky with desperate cries. Fathers…