First Robin of Spring
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
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My Gypsy Grandma
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
Naxos Nights
I wrote this true story years ago but the ending has never felt right, too ghostly to my science-oriented mind. Then last year in a crawl space I found the original journal from where the story originated.
Now it’s even more mysterious.
Stay Offa Our Moon
By Joan Garnett
The moon is more than a hunk of rock and ore.
Joie de vivre
By Michael Cooper
I hold dear to my heart my Louisiana roots; its cooking, its music, its joie de vivre.
City of Lights
Post by Hilary Jocelyn – I suddenly and urgently want to be somewhere else.
Life on the Covid edge.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
The Covid-19 Blues–while in France
Who knew there was a virus silently trying to infiltrate everyone’s bloodstream?
Pandemic Perspective from up the River
Teleworking since March 13th, I have been taking walks at a distance with neighbours, going to local farm stores and grocery stores, the pharmacy and natural food store and trying … Continue reading Pandemic Perspective from up the River
Flattening the Curve in Canada – one gals opinion.
She did not know the difference between a bacteria and a virus.
Why I Wake Early…
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes
Globally sad, but locally glad
The gates on the covered bridge close
Wandering Wakefield 