Who’s on first?

“Knock knock,” someone calls from outside my office door. “Who’s there?” I laugh.. “Actually, Minister, it’s not a joke, sadly. It’s Marie here. May I come in?” Marie oversees our little community cemetery. Our church is too small to maintain its own burial ground, so following funeral services we bury caskets and urns in the... Continue Reading →

Ashes to ashes

A short story by Ken Gray From a distance, the amber box on the shelf before me tells no story whatsoever. A beautifully crafted box of coloured strips is no mere bookend. Someone had taken a lot of time to assemble something beautiful for . . .  God? Possibly hollow, I have no idea what... Continue Reading →

A very different “Dear John” letter

Dear John I write from the traditional unseeded territory of Tk'emlups te Secwepemc. Let us all walk the healing and reconciliation journey together, always. Kwukwstemx. I am trying to remember the last time we actually spoke. One time was at a gathering at Olympic View Gold Club when our son, Cameron hosted with others a... Continue Reading →

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