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Days of their Lives
Sixty years ago today ~ June 8, 1955 ~ my mom and dad stood together in a small, white clapboard church pledging they would love each other for better or worse, rich or poor. Don slipped a diamond ring on Erma’s finger, then lifted her veil to kiss her and everyone smiled, as they do &hellip Continue reading
Courage and Hope
I don’t get a chance to blog much anymore, but today, in the midst of my work, I happened upon this online video. (Strangely enough, it is a British supermarket ad – here is the story of the making of the ad). The story it tells took me back more than a decade and caused &hellip Continue reading
Be the change.
He stands alone on the curb; an island beside a river of drivers intent upon their own heroic mission…a place to be, a task to complete, a deal to transact, a person to meet, a shopping list to fill. Although I catch barely a glimpse of his solitary shape through the traffic, I recognize the &hellip Continue reading
Let me tell you something about passion
Haiti is still very much on my mind. It drifts in and out at the oddest times, as if looking for its proper place to settle in the landscape of my life. Memories tend to do this…they wiggle into some crack, sandwiched between this and that, making themselves at home until, obscured by the vibrant &hellip Continue reading
On leaving
A number of people in my life are experiencing profound life-changes. A few have lost people they love; some without warning, while others bear witness to the slow agonizing process of letting go. Some have left places — and pieces of their heart — behind. Still others have lost jobs or ended relationships or felt &hellip Continue reading
Between life and death
The robins called first; frantic, insistent. I saw the tiger-coloured cat hunched by the edge of the lawn, mouth full. As I moved toward it, the cat dropped its prize and ran down the driveway. A tiny chipmunk lay there, heaving. I picked him up, and looked him all over. Although there were scuff marks &hellip Continue reading
The dreams we have
“No matter hard how they work, how gifted and talented they are, or how big their dreams, the poor have few choices and fewer opportunities to fulfill their God-given potential. These precious human beings, created in God’s image, have been left behind and cast upon the garbage dump of history by circumstances they cannot change. &hellip Continue reading
A Bit About Deborah
I'm a wordsmith, author and writing coach. I'm wild about words and life; about the Bay of Fundy, trees, natural spaces and the place I call home (eastern Canada).These days, my most frequent thoughts start with..."what if..."
So what if each one of us used our own special gifts and talents to change our world in just one small way that mattered?
Sanctuary: The Story of Naturalist Mary Majka
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