Tea with the Queen
The royal family have managed, as they often do, to claim international headlines in recent times, but as I try to absorb the exhausting latest covid updates and marvel at … Continue reading Tea with the Queen
Category: People
Beware the Ides of March
by Paula Halpin
Out of nowhere came Covid-19, a microscopic party-pooper that heartlessly blew up the Great Canadian Birthday Plan.
Hypnotizing Helen
By John Urban
I asked her to keep her eyes focused on the flame as I started passing the lit candle slowly in front of her from side to side…
Intimations of Mortality
This delightful piece is presented with gratitude to guest blogger Teresa Bandrowska. As another Solstice passes, another new year begins, and I roll into yet another turn around the sun, … Continue reading Intimations of Mortality
Reflections
People enjoy reading blogs for many reasons, mostly because people are interested in people. And when those people are your acquaintances, neighbours or even friends you have yet to meet, all the better.
CHRISTMAS REMEMBERED
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
Aliens, Stars, and Fences – (A Christmas Tradition)
Arriving at the top, we could see a view of the whole city of Edinburgh below us, and we would stop walking and lie on the grass and look up at the stars.
A Christmas Memory – Valdivia, Chile 1964
By Lucia Preller
Suddenly, one of the upstairs windows opened up and Agustin told my little brother that they were all in bed. His father had lost his job, so there was no Christmas for them that year..
Uncle John and the Christmas Turkey
By Paula Halpin
I loved Uncle John because he was unconventional – a character. Some in the family considered him a dilletante. But in my eyes, he was a romantic risk-taker
Chapters
Life is moments. Life is magical. Life is the mundane. Life can be hard, unjust, and cruel. Life can be beauty and light. Life in all its complexities has seasons … Continue reading Chapters
Shake Hands With the Pterodactyl by Chris Corcoran
I’m still amazed at the spontaneous choreography of man, beast and machine.
Mud
By Hilary Jocelyn – I tried desperately to struggle loose, but each attempt led me deeper and deeper into the murky glue, until I was imprisoned up to my waist.
Wandering Wakefield 