28 Jul

The Night Our House Caught Fire

  When I was nine years old, our family home caught fire. The little girl that I was, then, still surprises the adult that I am today. She navigated some scary moments, independently. We lived in a manse because my father was the United Church minister. Our coal-burning stoker furnace had been giving us trouble for days. Acco...  Continue Reading

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