As I write this, someone I know and care about is going through that particular rite of passage — that institutionalized hell we call Grade…
I stumbled upon a journal I had started and abandoned in November of 2021. It was fascinating to read what I had been so concerned…
The first book I ever read cover to cover by myself was The Secret World of Og by Pierre Berton. I was about seven years…
A friend of mine is saying goodbye to their beloved dog this weekend. Anyone who has ever given their heart over to a pet knows…
Being retired is great and all. Really it is. I’m busy, I have my friends, my writing course, my blog… blah blah… I want to…
Two women walk into a busy pub. It is crowded, they walk all about the place until they find a suitable table close to three…
By the time you are reading this, I will have turned Sixty-Effin-Seven. I don’t like the sound of that number, hence the middle two syllables….
When everybody smoked everywhere circa 1977, the cost of a pack of cigarettes in Canada was about to rise to $1.00 a pack. A woman…
One morning circa 1990, my late husband and I rose to survey our living room and kitchen post dinner party. In those days we would…
The writing course I signed up for is expensive, time consuming, and a challenge to my definition of story-telling. I have been second guessing why…