MY AWAY, MY HERE, and BELONGING
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
In, around and beyond our village
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.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
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
Community is a word we all know and appreciate..