Looking at an old photo of my father, brother and me in front of Canada’s Parliament buildings brought back memories of family road trips, Coleman stoves and roadside picnic tables. I’m probably sixteen and my brother’s twelve in the photo, embarrassing stages for both of us – but we thought we were mature and brilliant in our own ways.

When William & Kate’s wedding was pending a friend was invited to a breakfast to watch the event. He declined saying, “They represent the inherited class system of undeserved privilege that I left England to escape”.

My annual renegotiation with Rogers of rates for home internet and television is like spinning a wheel at a casino. The wheel spins and my call can be answered almost anywhere in Canada. Last week my first spin answered in Toronto - no particular help offered so I thought I’d spin again in a couple of days. With that next spin I heard “This Sarah in Moncton, how can I help you?”.

A couple of years ago on while in Glasgow I spent time in a gallery gazing in awe at Salvador Dali’s painting Christ of Saint John of the Cross. Dali claimed to have a “cosmic” vision when he created this powerful piece. I was thinking that I needed Dali’s “comic” vision to picture Jesus’ teaching about trying to help someone with a plank sticking out of our face.

Parents in Nigeria have more than the pandemic to worry about when sending their kids to school. Recently, yet another armed group kidnapped at least 26 kids and some adults from a school there. People on the streets of Myanmar, Belarus, Yemen, Palestine, Sudan…. and the list goes on, have the pandemic as only one complication to lives filled with turmoil, oppression, hunger, famine and death from many causes.