Asleep in the Storm

It started out kind of petty and ended up being kind of funny. It was 1978 and I was fishing with my Dad out of the Gaspe Coast of Quebec. The boat hadn’t been converted to a seiner yet so we were still configured as a midwater trawler. Dad was chief mate; his twin was…

A Whale of a Storm

It seemed that whenever Dad and I swapped stories about the time we spent together at sea we always wound up talking about storms.   We’d talk about how rough it got, how long it lasted, how sick Denn was.   I began making trips with Dad on the tugs when I was fourteen, when…

Look. . . A Squirrel

Last week I killed a squirrel. Well, not intentionally. I mean, what type of squirrel killing monster do you take me for? I was driving down Hammonds Plains Road and Mr. Squirrel was making an ill-advised attempt at crossing the busy road.  When he ran in front of my car, with a nut in his…

The Story of a Pearl

He had it all, at least on the surface.  A good business, a fine family, status in the community.  He had everything it would appear, but not quite enough.  Some men craved after gold or silver or jewels, not this man.  Those things were all so cold and inanimate, forged and moulded deep inside an…

Amazing Grace

It is a story of Grace. Last week Angela and I were sorting through some boxes that had been in storage since we moved into our present home, in 2004.  Upon opening a box of books packed by our daughter I discovered a library book I thought I’d returned in 2003.  When I saw the…

A Story of Change

For seven of the eight parables that Jesus began with the line “The Kingdom of Heaven, or the Kingdom of God is like. . .”  he used everyday events that were happening around those he was teaching, outside, but in one instance he took them out of the fields and vineyards, away from the sea…

I See Dead People

We spent our vacation hanging out with dead people.  Not literally, but with a 30-day free trial from Ancestry.ca, it sure seemed that way.  People have asked if I have discovered any surprises, and the entire story of my ancestry has been a surprise.  It wove its way from Edinburgh Castle, through the Salem Witch trials…

A Gem of a Story

I have a confession to make and I hope you don’t think less of me after I’m done; That’s right I love country music.  I love listening to the new artists like Zack Brown, Carrie Underwood and Kenny Chesney and I love listening to the outlaws from the seventies like Willie and Waylon and Merle…

A Denn by Any Other Name

Twenty-Four years ago I added an “n” to my name. It was a whim, but I’ve never regretted it. Fifteen years before that I had removed the same “n” along with a “y” when I went from being Denny to being Den. And for fifteen years I had people correct my name, helpfully changing it…