“ This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. ” ― Rumi
My fingers search the cardboard container, but I’ve finished the fries. I squirt ketchup on my fingers and lick it off. I’m never full. I think it was one of the reasons I had to leave, or, rather, my mother kicked me out. Jenna’s a runaway, but I�
In the summer of 1937, life on the Prairies is not easy. The Great Depression has brought great hardship, and young Noreen’s family must scrimp to make ends meet.In a horrible twist of fate, Noreen, like hundreds of other young Canadians, contracts poli
Harriet Palmer's mother has just died, and if that isn't bad enough, the children's caregiver is talking about taking her brother away. Harriet decides that she must disguise herself as a boy and travel overland to the Cariboo gold fields to find her fath
A dozen stories from some of your favourite Dear Canada girls. These touching stories of Christmas offer a glimpse into each girl’s diary a year after the events of their original diary.
Dee is feeding the chickens the morning that bones are discovered on the mountain. Something doesn't feel right—and her feeling is confirmed when local police show her a ring that they found with the bones, a ring belonging to Mary Ann Simpson, who disa
