I slipped and I stumbled, falling inelegantly, as I tripped over the snow, landing somewhere on my face or elbow, many times over.
Our very first home was in Hintonburg, Ottawa. In early 1980, not married, just a young couple, madly in love and looking for a place to spend the rest of … Continue reading The Mulberry Tree
Every day, new shapes of ice are formed, sometimes erased and formed again.
To put it mildly, one could say that we have been through a lot the last 22 months. Collectively, we have survived a pandemic, navigated variances and adapted our living … Continue reading From all of us, to all of you..🎄
Without knowing anything about mountain climbing, Linda easily convinced me to join her to climb Mt. Kenya.
Forty years and going strong. The vocal cords and melodic harmonies of the Castenchel choir. Last night the choir celebrated what they hope will be the first concert in a … Continue reading WE HAVE HAD SINGING
I can’t deny the heart-longing for the Welsh hills, for the grey slate roofs of the cottages, even the damp seeping into the bones.
Joy is not made to be a crumb.
I have been lost more than a few times in my life. I mean physically lost. The kind of lost where I really do not know which way to turn no matter how hard I try.
I’m really relaxing into the late evening now, glass of wine in hand. The last of the sun filters through the trees in a distant park; it is sublimely peaceful. The waiter reappears. Le dessert peut-être?
Guest blogger: LOLITA KEYRAIÑA ROY I was asked to write this to share with the readers just what can happen to an elderly lady of 98, when she is overstimulated … Continue reading Unexpected Adventures
A poem by Sylvia Plath