From my seat at the dining room table, I can see a slice of bright pink through the window. The skinny Eastern Redbud tree stands at the edge of the woods in full bloom . Most of the year this tree is so slender, so fragile, so spindly, that I don’t notice it. Today though, … Continue reading Early Sign
Gramma Ruby was born in 1875 in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia, Canada. At the age of twenty-four, she married my maternal grandfather, Samuel Harnish and moved into the two-story farmhouse he helped to build. He was a logger, which meant that he spent his days destroying trees in the Mi’kmaq heartland. Of course, that wasn’t … Continue reading Ruby Geneva Harnish
This week marks the twentieth anniversary of my father’s death. It is a date that I usually let slip from my memory. I don’t want to remember the day he died or the two days prior as he lay in a hospital bed, while I sat by his side day and night unable to find … Continue reading In Memory of Horace
Four years ago I was reclining in an intensive care hospital bed, connected to fluids running in and draining out. High on steroids and pain killers I was ecstatic to be allowed to take a few sips of water. I prayed silently to my vital organs. “Heart, kidneys, lungs, please welcome your new partner, a … Continue reading Survivor
Three years ago, the writer underwent a liver transplant, reflecting on the gift of life and the donor's family. Supported by friends and family, the surgery brought both excitement and fear. Despite medical challenges, the successful procedure marked a new beginning. Grateful for the unknown donor and medical team, the writer acknowledges the profound impact of kindness.
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