Many of us learn the virtues of hope, faith and charity as we grow up. But how do those virtues really serve us through our lives. As Victoria Klassen discovers, there’s a flip side to everything.
While other writers have been talking of clutter in these pages, I’m ever-so-slowly getting rid of everything. Giving it away mostly. I’ve been shrinking into smaller places for the last ten years, since my marriage broke up.
A runner’s foot makes the ultimate sacrifice in the name of health and fitness.
Here’s the thing: in between success and failure, glamour and an old bathrobe, a laundry room and a laundromat, I like to think there lies in me a hard-working mom with one job, no car, a few too many debts, and a certain graceful resilience.
I feel vibrations in my feet when I stand on the stairs, after I’ve come in from a run on a weekend morning. I like to think it is the past residents of this old building buzzing through the place; I close my eyes and imagine they are leaving impressions of their lives. I trust […]
I realize everyone has baggage. (Ahem, those without baggage tend to be extremely boring. Sorry. It’s true.) I try to be a compassionate person who can wait it out for the right guy. Not for the truly married ones mind you, but for the truly separated ones who are going through a hard time before the inevitable divorce.
Maybe the resolution last year would have been more successful if it been “Remain celibate and joyfully single” rather than the trap-door-open-for-sex-and-entanglement wording: “Remain joyfully single.”
I think I’m running the Royal Victoria Marathon this year for Sarah; Oct 1, 1992 – Oct 5, 1992. Sarah Estelle Jean Klassen Wotherspoon was born five weeks early, but she weighed 5 lbs, 10 oz – a healthy weight for a preemie. It was a Thursday. The pediatrician expected a good outcome, despite her […]
He smoked pot almost daily. His hair was long and curly and red. And soft. He was – dare I say it – well endowed and well skilled.