Typing
I invite you to close your eyes for a moment and to imagine a young naïve woman sitting in a derelict shed, looking out of a glass deprived window frame. She is facing a huge ancient typewriter that sits on a wobbly old school desk….
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Typing
I invite you to close your eyes for a moment and to imagine a young naïve woman sitting in a derelict shed, looking out of a glass deprived window frame. She is facing a huge ancient typewriter that sits on a wobbly old school desk….
An Illegal Immigrant
The 1980s were a turbulent decade for Poles living under the yoke of General Wojciech Jaruzelski and the communist Polish People’s Republic (PRL). By 1987, the regime was struggling with a severe … Continue reading An Illegal Immigrant
Look what I made, Mom
by Paula Halpin It’s a glorious morning in March. I’m nursing a warm cappuccino as I gaze idly out my dining room window searching for early signs of spring. Nothing … Continue reading Look what I made, Mom
Such a winter’s day
When people complain about the length of the winter, I tell them that, personally, as an immigrant to Canada in my late thirties, I simply haven’t had enough winter in my life.
Rupert Hall
“And that’s when I discovered, by talking to our collection of friendly, new, and very welcoming, neighbours, that the name Rupert was indeed a priceless pillar in our community and would be well worth me getting to know.”
View from the Bench
Approaching a new year often invites reflection. Today, my thoughts turn to a trail I walked a lot this past year—the steady wander and short climb to Lac Brown lookout. … Continue reading View from the Bench
Mementos
Sitting down to write on a snowy Sunday in November is a rather pleasant undertaking. There is a quiet inside and out and I enjoy sipping a cup of cardamom … Continue reading Mementos
C.A.T. or D.O.G.
I’ve been working on being a D.O.G. for my entire life
Wandering: A Way of Life?
Last September I travelled to the Scottish Highlands. As my husband was set to join me in the UK following my walk on the West Highland Way, it was critical … Continue reading Wandering: A Way of Life?
Town or Country?
Let’s have a debate my friends. Just for fun. The question I have for you is ..“What environment do you think is more dangerous? Living in the big city? Or life in the countryside, right here in our own back yard? You get to decide….
Fowl Behaviour
By Paul J. Hetzler My francophone wife is often amused as I commence à apprendre la langue, like the time I said connard when I meant canard. For the monolingual English-speakers out there, canard means duck, … Continue reading Fowl Behaviour
The Road to Farrellton
I woke up feeling off. Not sick, not sad, just heavy. The kind of heaviness that arrives unannounced, like claggy mud clinging to well-walked boots. The world’s unrest had settled … Continue reading The Road to Farrellton
Wandering Wakefield 