Thomas Froese

 author & journalist | life & letters

September 4, 2015
by Thomas Froese

Of lions, children and innocence of lives given

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, August 29, 2015)

HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ If you were a lion you’d have little in common with any little girl, unless it’s the summer of 2015 when you could both die horrible deaths on the other side of the ocean and people on this side would know. Continue reading

August 22, 2015
by Thomas Froese

The symbols we love (and toy with)

(Christian Week – August 2015)

HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ The ring that my wife put on my finger on the day that we married stayed there for some years until the sorry day it flew off while my arm was in mid-upstroke in an Ontario lake. Continue reading

July 25, 2015
by Thomas Froese
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(I’m 50 now.) Inline skates? Yes. Smartphone? No.

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, July 25, 2015)

The last time I peed in a bottle, my doctor looked it over, then looked me over, took my blood pressure and finally said “Good God, man! How in the world do you manage to do it?” Continue reading

June 30, 2015
by Thomas Froese

O Canada, Hannah stands on guard for thee

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, June 27, 2015)

My youngest daughter, Hannah, is a cool girl who loves water, makes friends easily and puts lots of maple syrup on her pancakes. She laughs more than I do, often from a deep and hearty place.

She likes the fact that her name – which in the original Hebrew means “gracious” or “God’s gift to the world” – is spelled the same forwards and back.

Canada is cool too. It makes fine maple syrup and, as far as countries go, laughs more than many. Of course, Canada would never consider itself anything like God’s gift to the world even if the evidence suggests it actually might be.
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June 6, 2015
by Thomas Froese

We’re stuck in this brokenness together

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, June 6, 2015)

CHARLESTON, S.C. ✦ We’re in the ocean, waves crashing at our knees, salt on our lips, my daughter and me and all these poets in my head.

My daughter (today she turns 12) laughs and dances and spins in circles and says, “No, Daddy, don’t take any more pictures. Just come and run with me. Enjoy the moment.”
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May 15, 2015
by Thomas Froese

Wrestling with angels

(Christian Week – May 2015)

KAMPALA, UGANDA ✦ It was an unremarkable day, birds and the African sunshine, the sound of a distant lawnmower, the dog laying quiet in back, shoes nearby, tea, a half-eaten yogurt, when fear washed over me like a river. Nightmares, yes, can come anytime.
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May 7, 2015
by Thomas Froese

Where angels and devils collide

(Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, May 2, 2015)

DACHAU, GERMANY ✦ I may be a ghost you don’t even believe exists, but before I get there let me tell you about this scene in the Arthur Miller play “Incident at Vichy,” where there’s a well-to-do professional, (like I was when I lived), standing before the Nazi authority now in town.

The man, dignified with degrees and references and these sorts of things, presents what he has to the Nazi who then asks, “Is this all you have?” The man nods. “Good,” says the Nazi, throwing it all into the garbage. “Now you have nothing.”
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