AFRICVILLE

I still cannot understand why the colour of a person’s skin matters so much even in our own day to so many in our modern era. We are all created human, each a variation on a singular miraculous theme. So what is the problem with race and colour? I just don’t get it. Take Africville... Continue Reading →

Maudie’s mansion

Anyone familiar with the work of artist Maude Lewis must visit the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia, and in particular the Maude Lewis gallery when visiting Halifax. Surrounded by works from the provincial collection, and from collections of generous benefactors, visitors are met not only with samples of her art, but by her actual house,... Continue Reading →

Biden’ our time in Halifax

Our travel saga continues as we are biden’ our time here. If you don’t know what I am talking about, go here, here, and here. If there is any positive aspect from our predicament it is that I have more time to think about politics especially the political quagmire evolving in the United States, most... Continue Reading →

Musical Chairs messed with my mojo

I loved playing musical chairs in my early years. Whether it was the running around, the competitiveness, or the music that created the delight I cannot recall. I just loved playing the game and can still picture  one or two in my mind. You likely remember the drill. Chairs are set up inside a circle... Continue Reading →

Dear Deacons – One note from one particular priest

This past weekend Anglican Deacons, Canada gathered for its triennial meeting at the beautiful Sorrento Centre in the Shuswap region of British Columbia. Approximately sixty attendees from Anglican and Lutheran congregations, with guests from The  United Church of Canada worshipped, prayed, sang, and studied for three days together. I was invited to join them for... Continue Reading →

What’s in the Murse

First, let’s get a few things out of the way. A “murse” is a man’s purse. Typically (no woke welcome here) women carry a purse and men, a murse. Years ago in response to my frustration at constantly losing my personal belongings Kathie gave me a murse, a carry-all of a size somewhere between a... Continue Reading →

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