Work Boots (A Poem in Honour of My Father)

On October 3rd 2015, my father, Kenneth Martin Edgar, went home to be with the Lord at the age of 64. This is a poem I wrote a few days later in honour of him.   Work boots Dusty, rusty, well-worn There, sitting on the porch Silent, but only after a hard day’s work Every […]

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The Invaluable Presence of Dad

The other day I was driving when I noticed the vehicle in front of me had one of those stick figure families on the rear window. These decorations are hardly uncommon anymore, but something caught my attention about this one – there was a dirt-crusted silhouette in the shape of a stick figure dad where […]

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How My 3-Year-Old Showed Me What Faith Is

I had a really cool experience the other day. My wife and I were at the park across the street with our two little ones, swinging and sliding and just having a good time. I guess I’m still a kid at heart too, because I was trying out my new x-zylo, this weird plastic, ring-looking […]

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