Sundays have always carried a quiet grace for me — a day that asks nothing more than our presence. My father was a minister, and in our home, Sundays were set aside for rest, reflection, and reading. They were days for gathering in song and conversation, for remembering that even in the simplest moments, thereContinue reading "Sunday Morning Reflection: Why Sundays are Special"| Rebecca's Reading Room
I recently came across an article about book lists, The Ultimate Fall 2025 Reading List, by Emily Temple and noticed that one title appears again and again: The Wilderness by Angela Flournoy. Curious, I placed a hold on it through the Vancouver Public Library. It will be eight weeks before I can read it, whichContinue reading "Poignancy in Books: Sadness or Joy?"| Rebecca's Reading Room
The Turning Tide of Connection – A Reflection on the article “Social Media Trends 2025” (Hootsuite) Rebecca’s Reading Room continues in the tradition of the Victorian and Edwardian reading rooms—places where neighbours gathered not only to read books and periodicals, but to exchange ideas, wrestle with change, and imagine new futures. Beginning this season, theContinue reading "The Turning Tide of Connection"| Rebecca's Reading Room
Change is often met with resistance.And for good reason. It unsettles our routines, disturbs the familiar, and opens the door to the unknown. It asks us to relinquish control and step into a space …| Rebecca's Reading Room
One quiet morning, a blooming hibiscus led me to reflect on the sadness I carry within. This post is a gentle conversation with that sadness—and the quiet beauty that still finds a way to bloom beside it. Yesterday morning, I stepped out onto my balcony and spotted a flower bud on the hibiscus plant. I … More Notes from the Balcony Morning| The Bespectacled Mother
