“Memory presents a slideshow of single frames, strewn randomly across the floorboards of my lifetime”
What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?
So thank you Wakefield and dear Chelsea old and new. You have been the best of neighbours and most wonderful friends.
Lest the word ‘capital’ evoke pictures of a city, I must report that Moresby had a downtown area of one block and boasted one traffic light.
Vaccinating fellow Canadians with the Covid – 19 shot since early March is an honour and privilege. Jabbing is a job choice, and rather delightful. For countless RN’s, doctors, and … Continue reading Inoculations and Contemplations
I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.
By about halfway through the fourth day, I was definitely beginning to fray at the edges. My thoughts began to hover unhappily on the reality of the miles and days we had yet to go. We were after all, not even halfway in.
By Chris Corcoran “I hear you’re musicians.” I peered around Peter to join the conversation. It was a Saturday night in March and we were listening to a drum circle … Continue reading Shakti Sunday (revised)
By Billy Collins
by Michelle April
“Mémé keeps repeating I love you and then there is silence. The purity of that love, is unparalleled. There is no baggage with this love. I say goodbye and hang up.”
Some of us in Wakefield are trying to save a local forest, a forest that’s a ten-minute walk from Wakefield’s Earle House intersection.
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