My father, Dick Kronemeyer, passed away on December 30, 2024. At his Celebration of Life service on January 4 in Smithers, B.C., we reflected on his life of faithfulness. He is remembered by many for his Christian commitment, leadership, generosity and a refreshingly wise perspective on life. As his youngest child, I was privileged to…
On her wedding day, Yolanda knew she wasn’t in love, but she wasn’t too worried. There was still time for that. Plus, she was in love with the idea of being married, and so was her groom. It was a quick decision and a short engagement. John (not his real name) proposed eight weeks after…
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be part of a large family? Whether you’re already from a big family and curious to see how others manage or from a smaller one, Family at Large by Joanne Schreuders offers an engaging look into her unique world. Schreuders’ book is a lighthearted, funny…
We had two hours to fill, my youngest son and I, before an appointment. He suggested the museum. It was nearby and something we’d both enjoy exploring, he argued. An easy win.He is eleven years old now and I’m not sure we’d been to the museum like this – just the two of us –…
Last month, for the first time in five years, Ralph and I were able to take a trip together overnight. Our younger two kids were with loving and capable nurses in our home while we flew to Alberta with friends to spend three nights in Canmore. As we drove the highway from Calgary to Canmore,…
We inherited pear and apricot trees when we moved to 15 Marlowe Drive. I was five years old when we began making our home there. As the years went on, our basement shelves were increasingly populated by jars of pear sauce and apricot preserves. The other tree in the backyard was a catalpa, a towering,…
“The volcano room will be here.” The architect indicated the spot with his cursor on the shared screen and continued describing the blueprint for what will be a children’s hospice home in Dundas, Ontario. I was part of a Zoom call with others who were invited to offer feedback in the design stage. The children’s…
I believe in the magic of make-believe, the power of one’s imagination and the beauty of simplicity. So did Mr. Dressup. For those who didn’t grow up watching this kind and creative man, watching the documentary entitled “Mr. Dressup: The Magic of Make Believe” will make you wish you had. While enjoying this film, I…
This summer, my family and I spent the better part of a day at the former Dachau Concentration camp in Germany, now a memorial site, museum and archives. It was a terrible and important experience. Among our reasons for going was a personal connection: Francois Guillaume – the grandfather of my wife Elizabeth – was…
In 1998, I was teaching middle school students in Minnesota. I wasn’t aware that Australian sociologist Judy Singer and American journalist Harvey Blume were discussing the idea of individual differences in brain variation and neurodiversity. What I did know at that time was Parker Palmer’s book The Courage to Teach. His words, written then, echo…
In the days surrounding the funeral of my dear wife, Carina, I was encouraged by a steady stream of guests, casseroles, flowers and notes. As I prepared to return to an empty house in Grand Rapids, Michigan, a close friend from childhood and his wife offered to accompany me back home. For a few days…
“You know, she doesn’t glue any of it down,” the museum worker says. I’m peering at an intricate piece of LEGO art by Katherine Duclos. Her exhibition, The Light & Colour We Carry, is taking place in the Art Rental & Sales showroom room of the Vancouver Art Gallery. The museum worker spins on his…
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