Randy’s state of grace
There is a sombre, monotone painting resting on the window sill of Randy’s room at Toronto Grace Hospital.
I met a woman earlier this year (a chance conversation with a friendly stranger in a coffee shop) whose husband had a stroke 20 months ago. When you hear “stroke” you may think facial paralysis, a limp, or perhaps worse – coma, complete disability, utter dependance. Read more
One afternoon, at an early age, I was watching my mother bake cookies in her Vancouver kitchen and I suddenly declared, “When I grow up, I want to be a pastry chef!” Read more
The long road to realize my childhood dream of exploring the underwater world of Hawaii Read more
Running – just like life itself – has its ups and downs, its ebbs and flows, its highs and lows. Read more
My earliest Christmas memory dates from when I was five, or perhaps six. I had graduated from the upstairs room I shared with my three sisters, downstairs to a daybed in the small den. So when I awoke to the dim light of a Vancouver dawn, I was alone. Read more