People – Wandering Wakefield

MY AWAY, MY HERE, and BELONGING

By Marilyn French St. George

Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.

By Amelia Redl

I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.

By Kimberly-Anne Ford

When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.

Hello, sun in my face ” she writes

Post by Al Skaw – I miss my previous life. That is, my previous life only three weeks ago…..

Dad was a great raconteur and story-teller and to honour his memory, it seems appropriate that I share this story which honours his legacy.

Every year, about seven of us dress up as made-up people and pretend we work together in an office.

A late October walk in the rain and the leaves, but for a few hangers on, make for a glistening, vibrant carpet on the paths through the fields and woods … Continue reading A Walk in the Rain…and why no fences make good neighbours

“Men thought women were cows back then. A new calf every year. I don’t go for that crap.” ~Lima Plunkett

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