In, around and beyond our village
by Paula Halpin In 1980, on an icy February day, I waddled into the Pape/Danforth public library in Toronto’s Greektown dressed in layers of clothes that added even more bulk … Continue reading If you want to know a country, read its writers
Not far in front of us, appeared two young men, one straddling his bike and the other bent forward at the waist – torso parallel to the ground.
By Kimberly-Anne Ford Dedication: For Phil, ever inspiring. My winter morning ritual begins with a cup of Bean Fair’s Wakefield Blend, savoured in a plastic chair perched on my deck, … Continue reading Outside In
from our wonderful contributors to this Valentine’s day blog!
I should point out that Uncle Frank was not related—as far as we knew—to another Irish man of the same name who won a Pulitzer for Angela’s Ashes, a harrowing, very funny memoir about growing up in abject poverty in Limerick and escaping to New York in his 20s.
As I sat by the window, one ear still tuned to the conversation around me, the differences grew ever more apparent.
As the Gatineau River runs, like three tributaries, my children flow steadily westward and fortunately for them, water surrounds them all from the Ottawa River to Lake Ontario to Dawson … Continue reading From the River to the Creek
Summer had arrived. First the Solstice and then la Fête nationale du Québec, St. Jean Baptiste. Friday, June 23, was the start of a long weekend. We were off to … Continue reading Family Reunion Weekend
by Paula Halpin My mother Josephine once used a letter opener to ward off an attack by amugger. This went down on a foggy November night in Dublin in the … Continue reading My Mother, a local hero
By Pearl Pirie – Although deeply embarrassed at drawing attention to myself, acting so oddly to cause red flags of worry, it was comforting to be checked in on, to be seen
Finding her own way, she was slain trodding her own path.
I have so enjoyed getting to know Tom Thomson and friends ..
Wandering Wakefield 