Writing is a form of prayer and healing
“You mean you are going to have another kid?” “Yes,” said Mr. and Mrs. Randall. (Excerpt from A New Baby, one of the stories I wrote at eight years of … Continued
“You mean you are going to have another kid?” “Yes,” said Mr. and Mrs. Randall. (Excerpt from A New Baby, one of the stories I wrote at eight years of … Continued
Splashing my toes and stretching my arms past my head, I smiled and breathed in the warm summer air. With each throw of the frisbee and swimming to catch it, … Continued
Sunshine floods the coffee shop through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I lick the crumbs of my chocolate chip cookie from my fingers. Too often I overbook myself, not leaving time to … Continued
I am not a robot. I have emotions, a heart, an intellect, and a will. I have learned that “feelings are not facts,” from the cognitive behavioural techniques of Dr. … Continued
When I was walking home from work one day, my coat buckle on my sleeve caught in a fence around a tree. I had been trying to move out of … Continued
Tall bamboo stalks swayed and filtered the light through the trees as I walked through a path in VanDusen Botanical Garden on the weekend. A sanctuary of trees: red cedars, … Continued
Margaretha called me every day for the next few days after I told her I wasn’t feeling well. Her concern felt like a grandma’s would. My grandparents have passed away … Continued
Sun going down. Glass high rises reflections of orange, yellow, red, and blue as we drive past. The winding road lined with trees looked softer in the evening light. After … Continued
“Let’s move our little blue couch over there!” My sister pointed to the wall close to the kitchen. I nodded. “That could work.” After watching a few episodes of the … Continued
Early in the morning one workday, I knelt in the chapel in our building. The sanctuary lamp flickered and glowed in the dark. It was a tangible reminder that in … Continued