November will soon be over—two more days to go, not that I’m rushing it. As yet, we have seen little that resembles winter weather. Light snow fell last evening, a very small amount, only enough to coat the roofs of houses … Continue reading →
November 25, 2009 As I walked in my neighbourhood Sunday afternoon, I saw people putting up decorations on the exterior of their homes. It was a perfect day for it, with fine weather, no ice to coat ladders and make the job … Continue reading →
In the Fall 2009 edition of Children’s Book News, Tim Wynne-Jones compares books to riding a bicycle. I must admit I was puzzled about the title, and being of a curious nature, I had to read on. Tim begins his opinion column reminding the … Continue reading →
Fellow writer Glynis Belec writes about her father and his comrades from the Royal Marine Association. Charlie, one of the men in their group who has lived in a nursing home for years didn’t know them anymore though his fellow comrades … Continue reading →
In our family we’ve cut back quite a bit on Christmas shopping. We agreed that we have most things we need, and so for Christmas, we try to find something the person would not likely buy for themselves. We draw names … Continue reading →
Just this week I took time to pay respects to a man who died— a person who had lived a full life, but died after a short illness. I did not know Ronald; I knew only his wife Andrea. The … Continue reading →
It’s a long way to Mother’s Day and months since the last one, but I think it’s fair to give our mothers their due. I’m not sure I appreciated mine fully until I was older and had children of my … Continue reading →
Denise Bud Rumble wrote But, no matter the age of the mother, or the daughter, the relationship stands as it always has, ageless – a mother, a child, the instinct to look after one another just a part of … Continue reading →
The week of Word on the Street, our daily newspaper carried a review of author Jane Christmas and her book, Incontinent on the Continent:My Mother, Her Walker, and Our Grand Tour of Italy. The book was just out from Greystone … Continue reading →
October 22nd Who was it that called this time of year Indian Summer anyways? Was it William Wilfred Campbell or someone else? Campbell’s poem, Indian Summer, sure described it well in 12 short lines. Along the line of smoky hills … Continue reading →
