Froese biography

2017 April

Returning to Hamilton, Ugandan treasure beside us

2017-04-19T20:15:24+00:00 April 15th, 2017|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |15 Comments

I will miss the light of Africa as much as I will miss anything. I will miss the water too. This, even as I’ll miss Africa itself, the birthplace of our youngest daughter, the place where the light shines so beautifully on her skin.

2017 February

(Sixteen years ago today) she said ‘Yes!’

2017-05-12T20:43:35+00:00 February 14th, 2017|Categories: Daily Dad|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

Sixteen years ago today, The Children’s Mother and I got engaged. Of course, at the time she was not The Children’s Mother. She was My Babe. I thought the world should know of the good news, so I blasted it all on the front page ...

2016 September

We live with our parents, even when we don’t

2017-05-26T18:12:23+00:00 September 17th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, September 17, 2016) ABOARD KLM FLIGHT 535 TO UGANDA ✦ I’ve always envied people who could watch their mothers grow old. My mother, I’ve shared previously, passed on when I was in kindergarten. I hadn’t seen her for two years prior to that. Funny to think of it here, half asleep at 40,000 feet.

2016 August

In honour of my father and his well-lived life

2016-09-21T10:16:18+00:00 August 27th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |1 Comment

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, August 27, 2016) HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ It was a different time and place on the day I watched another human being die in my father’s arms. I was just a boy. Bert had epileptic seizures, medically uncontrollable then. Tall and lanky, he’d crumple and fall hard on the floor in the house, or outside under the apple tree, or in places between, shaking, convulsing, rigid as a board. I’d watch. All the time. Bert lived with us.

2016 July

An anniversary wish to the music of my life

2016-09-21T10:17:32+00:00 July 29th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |10 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Friday, July 29, 2016) HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ It's a warm and ordinary day, warm and ordinary enough to run around in shorts and bare feet. The children's mother, your babe, that is your bride, is playing your song. The cats are in front and the dog's in back and the kids are doing homework and nothing much is happening, except this song from the piano in the other room, the piece that makes your blood jump every time.

2016 May

Home is a place of God’s differences

2016-07-11T18:09:09+00:00 May 23rd, 2016|Categories: Newspaper columns, The Standard|Tags: , , , , , |2 Comments

(The UCU Standard - Monday, May 23, 2016) MUKONO, UGANDA ✦ It was in Canada and we were at a campy lakeside retreat, and it was a beautiful summer day and a gaggle of children were playing outside the large window near where we ate. My daughter, that is my adopted Ugandan daughter, Hannah, looked at me with a tear rolling down her cheek. I asked her what was the matter, and, looking down in shame, she said, “I’m the only black person here.”

2016 February

Froese, the prodigal

2017-07-18T01:17:09+00:00 February 15th, 2016|Categories: Daily Dad|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

The thing about working with words is that they can get tired and worn and they can lose their meaning. The wordsmiths who handle (and mishandle) them can easily forget this. Yours Truly is no less guilty than any. I was reminded of this this morning when Faithful Spec Reader took the time to tell [...]

2016 February

Celebrating Family Day (and all the things that means)

2017-07-18T01:19:28+00:00 February 13th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, February 13, 2016) MUKONO, UGANDA ✦ It was over lunch in Dundas with my sister, somewhere between the spring rolls and the coconut shrimp, when the question came without any hint to suggest this would be one of those ‘aha’ moments that can be unpacked and looked at and handled for a lifetime. “So of all the places you’ve been,” she asked, “what’s your favourite?” I might have said Paris or Berlin or Seoul, or maybe Amsterdam or London or Istanbul, or maybe somewhere in the Mid-East or Africa ...