Her body suddenly pushed up against me as she took her place in the empty seat and the gentle nudge made me open my eyes. I’ve grown accustomed to spending some of my morning and afternoon commute, eyes closed, in prayerful thought about the people and tasks of the day ahead - or the day … Continue reading Despair on the Express Bus
"No sir, that won't be a problem," said the heavily accented Dutch voice on the other end of a dim, crackling telephone line. In the 1980's calling anywhere from Ceuta, one of the two Spanish enclaves on the North African coast, was always problematic, even if it was only to Madrid. "With our centralized computer … Continue reading To Madrid, for a stamp.
For more than a few years I have kept a journal. As I sat down to write this blog about my present visit to Amsterdam I realized I had no more to share than what I had already written in my journal this morning. And so, gentle reader: for one time only, my journal. Friday, … Continue reading Journal entry, 29 July 2016
This was our family's Christmas greeting at the end of last year; for some reason I didn't think to post it here. It features all of our kids and grand-kids (Lucas has been born since) and was filmed in three different countries. Even though I'm late I will post it anyway, to make it part … Continue reading Happy!
As I write, Eva, one of my daughters, is at the doctor's office with her partner, Matt, getting their first view of the new life forming in her womb. If all goes well, this little child - to be born in the summer of 2015 - has every chance of living into the next century. … Continue reading White Stone
I didn't know what to do next. As a young adult, having just completed my first round of post-secondary education, I had reached one of the first transitions in life where it was really up to me to decide the way forward. What was I going to do with the education I had just acquired? … Continue reading Advice to my daughters: Serve
A couple of days ago we went out to dinner with friends who used to live in Amsterdam but who moved to Toronto two years ago. They are back for a short visit and we met up at a family restaurant that serves traditional Dutch fare. The place was packed and as we entered we … Continue reading “Waiter, there’s a….”