Tag Archives: Pieta House

You Are Mine

Worry is the first sign. I’m attached to an outcome. What if the bus is late? What if I get to the airport and the planes don’t fly and the buses don’t run and I’m stuck at the Kelowna airport … Continue reading

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God in the Dark: Theory

My biking siblings and me: Harry, Sylvia, me, and Ron Every couple of years my siblings, Fred and I go on a three-day bike trip. The first trip we biked from Banff to Jasper, the second was a 400 km section of … Continue reading

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