Memories of Scratchy

by TeLeni Koochin

I knew I always wanted to be a mom. Growing up in a family with seven children, I never saw life complete any other way. Even being a parent this long, I can still feel sometimes like I’m just playing  house— especially when I hear the clothes dryer going, the lawn mover humming outside, or the smell of mop water as I’m cleaning floors. Continue reading

Where’s the You?

by Jackie Poon

One evening our family joined my grandparents for dinner in Kerrisdale, a beautiful tree-lined neighborhood in Vancouver. After dinner I decided to walk back to my grandparents’ condo with my two year old son, Daniel, to enjoy some cool fresh air and the clear starlit sky. I knew the area fairly well, but though I was confident with my directions, before long we were lost. Continue reading

Nanny’s Flowers

by Karen R. Clarke

My daughter, Kathryn, discovered that her first pregnancy was twin girls. She asked me to come and live with them. Once Kendra and Kaylee were 3 years old, I decided it was time to live on my own again. I rented an apartment approximately a 10-minute drive from their home. The girls made their first visit to my new abode the day the gardeners had planted a beautiful flower bed in front of the building. Continue reading

Courage to Dream

by Kris MacLeod

I remember the day a hero came to our town.  July 11, 1980, Terry Fox reached Scarborough, Ontario on his historic run to raise money for cancer research. In the eyes of the nation he was a hero, braving the unprecedented challenge of running across Canada on one artificial leg.

Although I didn’t get to see him in person, I watched Terry’s arrival on tv. “I’m going to do my very best,” he told the cheering crowds. “I’m not going to give up.” Continue reading

Attention Seeker

by Laura Thomas

I had survived another day with relative sanity. Dinner was accomplished, and the finish line was in sight—bed-time for my darling children aged 7 years, 3 years, and 6 months. My husband and I skillfully and speedily cleaned up the massacre in the kitchen, with baby Jacob supervising contentedly in his bouncy chair. Continue reading