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Looking for Coins
Trips to the bank have been few and far between this summer as the Main Street construction continues Actual currency is its own commodity “Do you have any money?” he called out from the kitchen “Sure, help yourself. Take a … Continue reading
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Bertie McLam Cole
Bertie McLam Cole (my grandmother) was a preemie baby. She was born during a particularly cold February night in 1893. For the first tentative weeks of Bertie’s life she lay swaddled up and toasty, sleeping on the open oven door. … Continue reading
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Another Word for Art
Art has always been a part of my life. Both my maternal grandparents and my parents collected beautiful paintings. My father coveted his Asian art but also took an interest in Toronto’s new modern art movement. I was … Continue reading
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I am an RVer
Ah… the call of the open road. Adventure awaits. I love starting each morning with anticipation; discovering North America like I’m a female John Cabot or Henry Hudson. I am an RVer. We bought our first motor home five … Continue reading
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Sisters
In an eternal tug of war The sea The shore Both relentless Their invisible arms rock the bounty, smoothing, tumbling, claiming for their own
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Late Summer Garden
I’m like a cricket among brittle grass pushing aside seed heads and husk Cicadas hum or is it hydro lines? Startled grasshoppers spring and purple asters watch butterflies dance overhead
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Spreading the Magic
In the world of rug hooking, Deanne Fitzpatrick is a rock star. She is the Jamie Oliver of cooking shows; the Sarah Richardson of home decor. Deanne Fitzpatrick is renowned worldwide for her stunning hooked rugs and patterns. Her work … Continue reading
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Boogie Nights with Frank
We cruised west for some time, Frank behind the wheel, Kiki Dee chirping on the radio. I was relaxed, looking out into the dark. The cast glow of overhead street lights and store fronts flickered past, marking passage like a … Continue reading
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Memories of Cannabis
Most Saturday nights you could find us congregated around a coffee table in someone’s rec room or campus dorm. Tethered to our rum and cokes or vodka and orange and always within reach of the ash tray; we would just … Continue reading
I Want to Write Something So Simply
Mary Oliver is my favorite poet. Her words always speak to me, simple and clear but like a rich lotion they sooth my heart. Sadly, she died this week. I don’t have permission to post any of her poems but I … Continue reading
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