Yesterday Someone Died
I see her moments before her death; she’s sitting contentedly in the nook of her building across the street. Back against the wall, knees bent
I see her moments before her death; she’s sitting contentedly in the nook of her building across the street. Back against the wall, knees bent
The greatest Christian apologist perhaps of all time, in terms of global outreach, in death has had a meteoric fall from grace. In the final
The baldies have it in for the seagull. An absolutely frenetic aerial display over False Creek this morning. A hundred other seagulls are cheering their
Never have I appreciated Vancouver rains more. Without them, the DTES quickly takes on the stench of an outhouse. With at least 4,000 homeless and
Coleridge remained a Christian throughout his troubled life; however, he found himself depending more and more on mystical writers to keep the heart of his
Malcolm Guite’s reflections on loneliness coming off of Coleridge’s famous poem are spot-on for our times. Alone, alone, all, all alone,Alone on a wide, wide
The fires burn bright.Everything new, Everything excitingPossibilities, dreams, passionTogether we buy a house.Together we make babies.Together we move across the country.We brim with confidence, good
On more than one occasion, I find myself angered by the nasty stuff people say and do. It doesn’t matter whether it’s friends, acquaintances or
Why do the Irish have all the Luck?
It’s not only the words of a song that do it; it’s the way they are sung. It’s not only the colours of the sunset that move us; it’s how they are hung.