Froese biography

2019 May

The holiness of motherhood

2019-05-12T00:18:23-04:00May 11th, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , , , |10 Comments

There’s something holy about motherhood. My father’s tears remind me. My wife’s steadiness reminds me. Even my mother, in her long absence, reminds me.There we are sitting in a meadow in Berlin. A large book is on my lap. My mother is teaching me to read. We’re enjoying each other. She tickles me.

2019 February

The fragrance of (my) life

2019-02-16T07:58:28-04:00February 9th, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |9 Comments

So I'm in the middle of Africa dining with a colleague and he declares, "That's great news about Jean. Congratulations!" Out comes his phone and all the details and I'm in the dark and feeling rather sheepish about it. My bride, the children's mother, in her natural humility, hadn't told me of her recent recognition as a Canadian

2019 January

Seeing some things half clearly

2019-06-08T17:22:49-04:00January 19th, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , , |10 Comments

"I see you're aging gracefully." This is what he, an old Canadian friend, now overseas, said after seeing my photo complete with beard and glasses. Oh, come on. Already? Now? So soon? Aging gracefully? Really? In truth, the beard comes and goes like pages of a calendar. I shave. I don't shave. My bride, that is my young looking wife, comments on this.

2018 November

Coming and going and growing up

2018-12-23T00:31:50-04:00November 24th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |2 Comments

Today let’s talk about selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door. This was me sometime between boyhood and manhood, a time when the gray matter and the white matter in my brain was still developing, still coming together. I was leaving one place to arrive in another, me and my suitcase and my first car. I’d just left home for the

2018 May

What if I had married the Queen?

2018-05-21T17:15:13-04:00May 19th, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

Long before the children’s mother came along, I wanted to marry Queen Elizabeth. Or Mrs. Clark. Or Dianne Blouin. Dianne was an angelic presence and the sister of my classmate Michael. She was 12, older by two full years and clearly out of reach. The best I could do was get a photo of Dianne.

2017 April

Returning to Hamilton, Ugandan treasure beside us

2018-07-22T21:54:39-04:00April 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!’

2017-05-12T20:43:35-04:00February 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

2017-05-26T18:12:23-04:00September 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.