Kristin Jenkins


Choosing Door Number Two

When my grandmother’s chronic indigestion turned out to be cancer of the pancreas, she was flabbergasted.

Ruth Jenkins, aka Rookie Photo: Contributed

The road less travelled

Every weekend when I get home to Belleville, Ont., my 85-year-old mother picks me up at the train station. She drives a little blue Chevy

The Readership Survey Report

Thank you to the 4,185 readers who took the time to fill out our national readership survey. Your feedback-which at 2.9% of the total readership

A breath of fresh air

Like everyone who works at the Anglican Journal, I look forward to my summer holidays all year long. After 10 issues of the newspaper and

Our story as we choose to tell it

In your hands, you are holding a little piece of history. With the June 2012 issue of the Anglican Journal, we are making sweeping changes

You can go home again

The year was 1976. I wore Frye boots, a jean skirt and waist-length hair that fell over my left shoulder in a single braid. I

Choosing life

I was only half awake as I settled into the back of the cab, but there was no mistaking the cigarette smoke. Fair enough, I

Family matters

Vanessa and Charlie Photo: contributed I LIKE TO TELL my one and only child that she’s my pride and joy. And she is. Despite a

(Don’t) curb your enthusiasm

Andy Rooney of 60 Minutes fame died recently at the age of 92. A curmudgeon to the end, he took great delight, every Sunday night

The medium is the message

Children should be seen and not heard. That was the message my sister and I received from a very early age. I suppose my parents

Christmas past and present

What child doesn’t love Christmas? I certainly did. But in the midst of all the brouhaha, commercial and otherwise, it’s sometimes difficult to keep the

Learning and dreaming

MY NANA Laura M. Hagerman Photo: Kristin Jenkins I love ideas and I love learning. The day I stop is the day I die. My

A man like Jack

My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic.

The shape of things to come

There’s something really weird about being the editor of a “news” paper that has to be written, designed and printed weeks before it is mailed

Opening our hearts and minds

The day Jack Kennedy was assassinated was the one and only time I ever saw my grandmother cry. I found her sitting on a little

Remembering Roy

Photo: SRF On my last visit with Roy, I called ahead to see if he needed anything. He told me to bring cigarettes: a carton

What colour is your church?

Photo:SRF My friend Ian is a great guy, but why he persists in joining his wife at Sunday service is beyond me. For years, he

Putting job skills to personal use

Photo: Manuel Rodenkirchen They say it takes a village to raise a child. And in the case of a single parent like myself, raising a

Wherever we go, there we are

What is it about a new year that makes one want to do better, be better? Things like losing weight, quitting smoking, attending church regularly,

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