My granny’s name is Fenny because she comes from Fennyland.
We reach the dock and untie our shoes. Feet in, shirts off, we sink into the water and drive forward hard…
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
The Annapolis Valley and on to Cape Breton…
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
The pandemic provided me with a gift in staying home…
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
Two o’clock in the morning may be an odd time to start a feast consisting of chicken and oyster gumbo, game pies, soups, souffles, lavish desserts, brandy and coffee, but this is how it is done.
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 True Story
(it just hasn’t happened yet).
My name is Fenna, best friend and soul mate of Santa Claus
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
By Al Skaw….art can and often does take us to journeys deep within ourselves. It makes life much more bearable ..