Author: Carolyn Williams

After a wonderful weekend visiting our grandparents in Aylmer, we set off for home. Back then, there were no cell phones, GPS, Doppler radar, or weather apps to guide us—just intuition and a paper map. About half an hour into the drive, snow began falling lightly, but within an hour, it had transformed into a…

Stranded at Grandma’s after an ice storm, my brother and I found a steep, glassy hill too tempting to resist. But when my slick vinyl coat turned me into an unstoppable human toboggan, the real adventure began.