God’s wife

Today is the last little story from a bunch that popped into my email on the weekend: An eyewitness account from New York City, on a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about ten years old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted,...

Jamie’s leading role

Today’s little story for you, compliments of my ex (bless him): Whenever I’m disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother knew that he’d set his heart on...

Children of the heart

Here’s another in my mini-series of sweet stories from the depths of my in-tray: A class of first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair colour than the other members. One of the students suggested that he was...

God’s wife and other stories

We all get them. Those jokes and stories, circulating through our email in-tray. Every once in a while, one grabs me because it is extra funny, or somehow tugs at my heart. A bunch of those stories fell in my in-tray over the weekend. I figured they were sweet so I’m...

Feeling the love

I’ve just had a fleeting, 24-hour visit to Sydney. It seemed longer, and much as I enjoyed being back in Sydney it was good to get home again. I just love that feeling of walking into my house and being struck anew by the light and the space. Our house could do...