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Sunny Side Up - Audience with an artist

Sunny Side Up - Audience with an artist

I toured the working studio of Nanaimo artist Carole Reid one day. An easel stood in the corner. Unusual tools and creations in process filled the work surfaces. Finished art, sketches and project ideas decorated the walls.
Sunny Side Up - Backwards, March!

Sunny Side Up - Backwards, March!

Of the sixteen New Years I’ve written these faith columns, my first remains my favourite. From the vault, here it is again, slightly edited: Something strange scampers underfoot at our house.
Sunny Side Up - Share a little kindness

Sunny Side Up - Share a little kindness

Our family is particularly fond of Scottish-Canadian tenor, John McDermott. At the first concert we attended, only a few years into his public singing career, I slipped a note backstage. Our teenage daughter Amanda was with us, I wrote.
Sunny Side Up - Hurry up and wait

Sunny Side Up - Hurry up and wait

“So it’s hurry up and wait, eh? That must be so hard!” My friend nodded, her eyes flooding. I understood why. Years earlier, she’d made a major decision about her future direction in life. When the time felt right, she prepared to move forward.
Sunny Side Up - What does love mean?

Sunny Side Up - What does love mean?

Just one word, but it makes the world go round. LOVE. They asked if I’d speak on that. For forty minutes. I don’t accept many speaking engagements these days, but I said yes to that one.
Sunny Side Up - Packin' up the parsonage

Sunny Side Up - Packin' up the parsonage

The parsonage home my daughter and family lived in for nearly a dozen years sits empty, awaiting new residents. During their long process of sorting and packing, I thought often about leaving our final parsonage, a decade ago.
Sunny Side Up - Mourners still need community

Sunny Side Up - Mourners still need community

In 2004, my cousin Eldonna and I travelled to India. During part of our time in that country, we stayed with an Indian family I’d only known through correspondence.
Sunny Side Up - A perfectly timed mistake

Sunny Side Up - A perfectly timed mistake

When I learned about a former parishioner’s death from a mutual friend, the Preacher and I didn’t question whether to attend her funeral. Of course we’d go. Dorothy’s family (name changed) regularly attended our last church.
Sunny Side Up - Photographs of my father

Sunny Side Up - Photographs of my father

He’s ninety-six now, living in a residential care facility in B.C. I can’t call him on the phone anymore. He hears very little and struggles with dementia. Until my sister mentions my name, he doesn’t speak of me.
Sunny Side Up - Remember your true treasures

Sunny Side Up - Remember your true treasures

We have and we hold the stuff we all feel we need to live. But as my husband has often reminded congregants, we dare not clutch it too tightly, because everything we own will one day end up in the landfill.