Meet my grandpa

My maternal grandparents immigrated to Canada when I was about six or seven years old. Those were the days before the internet made such things as email and FaceTime possible. Happily, my grandfather was an excellent correspondent. How I looked forward to getting a fat letter in the mail, addressed to me, with several sheets … Continue reading Meet my grandpa

The things that endure

It's become my practice to cast a look back and try to find a common theme or thread that links the events of the past week. It's not an easy exercise, but I do it because it forces me to think things through, helps me make sense of what bewilders me, or remember moments that … Continue reading The things that endure