Write a bucket list for purpose, hope and forward momentum

I was recently reminded of a conversation going back a couple of years where we talked about our bucket lists. As per normal convention, most of the people in the group spoke of places they’d like to visit; activities they’d like to attempt; foods they’d like to try; and personal goals they’d like to reach. My list wasn’t dissimilar, (I …

Relay for Life luminaries represent stories of those affected by cancer

My neighbour asked me last week if I’d be going to the Relay for Life. When I heard the music still going strong into the wee small hours on Friday night, I put on my walking shoes and went over to the John Rhodes Community Centre, awed by the number of people still there. For those who haven’t been to …

There is glamour and magic in the memories of our youth

Today is my son’s birthday; he’s five years old. Five is so young, but so old at the same time. He’s changed so much. I’m already missing things about his “youth.” I miss the way his head used to fit against my shoulder so perfectly as a baby. I miss the way he used to say “ephelant,” “Indy Nana Jones,” …

By showing us possibilities, Obama mobilized more than a nation

I have never been so interested in the results of an American election. I am thrilled that Americans voted for change, putting a black man in the White House, but I quietly wonder why anyone would want to take over the reins during one of the bleakest times in the country’s history. Fortunately, the grey clouds looming on the horizon …

In our mourning and grief we both lose and gain

This past week I find myself mourning three people I didn’t know: one child, one columnist, one professor. Two are from our community, one is not. Regarding the child, I wrote once before about the loss of a child, a tragic burden to their family and our community, because with that child’s life goes all the hopes and dreams everyone …

Wanting what you have IS getting what you need

Wanting and needing, getting and having. It seems that our thirst is never quenched. Why do we always want more? I felt small as a child and wanted to be big — worth-noticing “big.” I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to belong. I wanted to play. I wanted to learn. I wanted to see new things and try new …