It was a word I heard but I wasn’t sure I heard it right. Fr. Joe was describing the Advent season and all the events… Read More »
By Madonna Hamel I picked up Theresa and we headed up our little highway to Cadillac. Above us the sun’s rays broke through the drifting… Read More »
By Madonna Hamel At the end of November I was watching Avril march around in her commandant boots, hands full with stakes and hammer and… Read More »
The Story Pool - Madonna Hamel My sojourn out east is nearly over. I’ve sorted through 21 years of my life, jettisoning papers and photos… Read More »
I am still immersed in urban splendour, though no longer in Toronto. My last night in that metropolis I ventured out onto Browning Aveenue with… Read More »
I have been waiting for this day for a long time – months to be exact. I am not an avid political fan and lengthy… Read More »
By: Madonna Hamel Yesterday morning I woke to the sound of sand-hill cranes overhead. I am in Toronto, attending the International Festival of Authors, visiting… Read More »