MY MOTHERS DATE SQUARES

My mother, Evelyn Allen, was a great cook! She always prepared wonderful meals that just seemed to appear without fail on the table every day. Because we were a traditional Atlantic Canada family, they were on the table as close to 5PM as possible. The meals were...

CROWS, DAISIES AND RAINBOWS

THIS BLOG IS DEDICATED TO MICHELLE, LISA, ABBIGAIL, and all the women who lost their lives too soon. They were the daughters of parents who will now grieve for them forever. When Mary passed away, it made me think I was someone unique. In my first blog, I spoke of my...

GRIEVING IN AN UPSIDE-DOWN WORLD

My wife Mary died almost 2 years ago. In the short time since that catastrophic event in my personal life, the world has witnessed the burning of historic St Paul’s cathedral, the eruption of Whakaari volcano on Whites Island off the coast of New Zealand, bush...

THE TWENTY-SECOND HUG

This posting may have made a lot more sense prior to the COVID-19 virus however the message is in some ways even more relevant to the audience it was intended to reach. Until COVID-19 came along, hugs, like handshakes, were typically a common form of greeting. I have...