The old house on Ontario Street

I still dream about the old house sometimes. It was charming, despite previous owners’ weird preferences for paint colors and toilets in impossibly limiting closets. Original woodwork; drafty windows. We’d grill peaches on the deck in July, scrape ice from our windshields from November to April, and the sun would rise as I safely ran Read more about The old house on Ontario Street[…]

I also hid under a bed from Santa once; God’s certainly kept that in mind

“I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusements, etc., is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we Read more about I also hid under a bed from Santa once; God’s certainly kept that in mind[…]