My hubby is a kid at heart. It’s not that he’s never grown up – he takes responsibility seriously. But, he also takes his fun pretty seriously. Like cycling up mountains in Taiwan. Like he thinks it’s fun to get up at the crack of ridiculous and go out on his bike before work. He […]
Category Archives: writing
aging – not for the faint of heart
In December, 1982, I met an inspiring lady for the first time. Tim’s aunt Evelyn, born in 1923, has travelled the world solo including Bermuda (21 times!), Europe, Scandanavia, Hawaii, and the Yukon; moved across the country to work in rural British Columbia in 1960, and worked at the United Church for 32 years. In […]
Ghosts or ancestors
This term, I am taking a course called Creative Writing through Reading and it has made me pay even closer attention to words. Yesterday, driving on my own for a few hours, I caught these words on the Broadway album for Bruce Springsteen. We are ghosts or we are ancestors in our children’s lives. We […]
Sunday Share
Today was a wonderfully busy day with one of my favourite people. We did some Doors Open, some gluten-free market tasting, some plant buying and a wonderful walk (and a few songs) down memory lane. Wonderful stuff but stuff that left me behind in my blog post department. No fear! I was introduced to this […]
simple traditions
It started out simply enough – the sun was shining, a few birds were chirping. We were getting married that day. There was no large hall booked. No long flowing gown or tuxedo. Six bottles of champagne were chilling and some deli trays were waiting. We started our married life simply. It worked for us. […]
the dress
(this week’s assignment: write a story from the POV of the person in this painting) This night, one that had all the markings of a triumph, now seemed destined for ruin. A girl plucked from the social margins, Charlotte had been chosen as the star of her school’s musical. She had delivered a flawless closing […]
there is no way to do this wrong
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time – Mary Oliver That piece of inspiration sits on my wall as a daily reminder to give the idea of writing power and […]
one day gone
one day gone unpack my bag the hand me ups soft loved items memories emerge scented candle subtle florals a woolen hug shoes at the door sharp salt crystals fall from the treads memories emerge walks to the beach wind whipped our cheeks frozen belly laughs scroll the photos your beauty wrapped in […]
when I am…
photo credit: Shari and Mike Photography Warning, by Jenny Joseph (1932-2018) When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall […]
what is it you do?
I’ve written three different blog posts today and don’t feel ready to publish any of them – could be because I worked on (someone else’s) taxes all afternoon and I’m just tapped out. Or it could be the rain. But I have wanted to explain my work at McMaster so here goes: It’s kind of […]
