Crème Brûlée
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?
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Unexpected Adventures
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
Mushrooms
A poem by Sylvia Plath
Thanksgiving Gifts from the River
We reach the dock and untie our shoes. Feet in, shirts off, we sink into the water and drive forward hard…
Too Helpful?
On the heels of Canada’s 2021 National Forest Week of September 19-25 it may be good to ask trees what they need.
Cycling Le Grand Sentier
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.
No Substitute
‘Tis the season of sunflowers in Wakefield
Over the Seawall
A novel : First installment It was perfect. As she held the doll close, cooed, and rocked it, she was unaware of the expression on the craftsman’s face. He was … Continue reading Over the Seawall
En route..
The Annapolis Valley and on to Cape Breton…
This land…
The Saint Lawrence “Nova Scotia is a box bass and a fiddle and German sourdough and scotch eggs. And the air, all heavy and bracing and wet. When you’re driving, … Continue reading This land…
mountains
I work on the sixth floor of an old building, and as I meander up the metallic staircase, I often pretend that I am breathlessly lumbering up a mountain
The Tourist
She was fearless when she swam. The ocean warm and calm, she stroked rhythmically out past the pale blue, past the aqua and then into the deep, dark, navy. There … Continue reading The Tourist
Wandering Wakefield 