I learned a lot from watching grandchildren play checkers. Their game was an accurate depiction of life.
The first thing they did was to trade in the boring flat disks for the fun shapes of chess pieces. Why not choose pieces that make you happy?
There were no rules regarding what direction to travel in. Confidence allowed the pieces to move forward. Fear caused a retreat.
At times the entire focus was on one piece. This meant missed opportunities in other areas.
Does any of this ring true for you? It sure does for me! Played out before my eyes was an example of how behaviours learned in childhood are carried through into adult life.
They often pointed out their own weaknesses to the opposition. These would not have been noticed had attention not been drawn to them. I’ll admit I often do this as well.
The game was evenly matched for a long time. Then, one made a series of bad moves and was soon far behind. Discouragement set in and words like I’m not good at this game were spoken.
What happened next surprised me. The one in the lead sacrificed her certain win in order to make the other feel better. The unexpected winner received congratulations from the loser and the game ended with both players happy.
I looked on in awe and wondered if I would sacrifice a certain win in something in order to help another regain confidence.
These kids instinctively knew it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game. This is a good reminder for me in the game of life.











During a walk on a frosty day, an unusual sight was seen. The pond was almost frozen over. Ice started around the shoreline and was reaching towards the centre. There, huddled together in the small area of remaining water, swam a few geese.
Sometimes we happen to find the perfect gift for a loved one. That was the case with a birthday present for our nine-year-old granddaughter.
This was the first major snowfall of the season. There had been a few that didn’t leave an accumulation, but this one was different.


My chiropractor schedules regular progress exams with his patients. After a certain number of treatments, an assessment is done. I have completed three progress exams.
My latest book in progress was just returned by my editor. I was discouraged by all of the red marks and notations in the columns. I thought I’d sent some of my best work and still most pages required at least one revision.
My husband and I went to the mountains for a weekend escape. We arrived at night so weren’t able to take in the view until the next morning.
I have a friend whose son has recently achieved his longtime dream of becoming a commercial pilot. She told me a story of one of his first flights and gave me permission to share.