Meet Sarah
Sarah has lived in my drawer for over 20 years. In life there are moments that stick with you forever. Sarah is a reminder of one of them.
It was a warm spring day when my 4 year old daughter, Heather, came bursting in the Kitchen door in tears holding Sarah.
I gathered her little body in my arms wondering what on earth could be the matter. Between sobs, Heather held Sarah up to me and explained. “Look mom. Flare chewed off Sarah’s arms and legs”. This was devastating to Heather as this little, blonde, plastic doll had accompanied her everywhere.
Flare was our family dog, a cute brown Pomeranian. As the youngest of our three children, Heather was alone with me while her siblings were in school. Initially she talked to her imaginary friends and then there was Sarah. Sarah was small enough to fit in little fingers and pockets and came along with us wherever we went. . There was a constant dialogue with her little friend. I explained to Heather, “Flare, didn’t mean to hurt Sarah. She was just being a dog and dogs like to chew.” Heather was quiet for a minute, then looked up at me with those big brown eyes and resolved, “It’s okay. You would love me even if I had no arms and legs. I replied,“Of course. Then I can still love Sarah too!” said Heather jumping off my lap and heading off once again to play. Unconditional love. As a parent this is what you want your child to know: Above all, in any circumstances, you are loved. As you would suspect, then it was me who was crying.
Sarah continued to accompany us on many other adventures.
It was years later when Heather was grown and I was Continue reading








September 11, 2001….The world changed that day for me as for many of you. I had never experienced the feeling of being threatened by terrorist activity on North American soil. I still recall where we were and what we were doing the moment the world changed. For me, it was a regular work day. CBC was on the radio while I was getting dressed for work. I remember the newscaster with a news-breaking announcement. “The twin towers have been hit!”. I immediately shouted down to Nick and turned on the TV just in time to see a jet exploding into the second of the twin towers. We were in a state of shock. I can’t imagine the panic the people in New York must have felt. I was safe in my home with my children and trying to continue a sense of normalcy. My children had breakfast and got on the school bus and I left for work. The people in New York were fighting for their lives and the lives of others, living in a nightmare
My mother began to tell the story she had
body builder who had been bullied in high school. His way of giving back was to host a youth support group in a church across from his high school. He felt it might have helped to have someone to mentor him during this difficult time and so was mentoring these young people in the afternoon after highschool classes were over.John felt by listening to them and sharing wisdom and his Christian faith he might be able to give them a safe place to share their struggles,and courage to deal with their daily problems. I shared that I had a similar
experience in my junior and high school years. I never felt like I really fit in and at times I had felt depressed. I too had found love and safety in my church as a teenager. I expressed my concern that there were many teenage students who experience depression and that the rates of suicide in that age group are really high. I wondered if he might be interested in sharing my story of coping with depression using the music from my CD’s.
worry about going in a car with a complete stranger. After all, there were 3 of us.