the butterfly and the bumblebee
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
Readers keep telling me my poems should be set to music. Unfortunately, I am the most unmusical person on the planet. So I’m looking for musicians who might like…
Perhaps ever-fickle motorcycle riders should come with a warning label: ‘Love at your own risk.’ 😛 oh baby, i love you by susan © 2023 Read here: oh baby,…
(Updated January 2024) “How many bikes is a good number to have?” someone asked in January 2023 in one of the FB motorcycling groups I’m a member of. The…
A fellow rider shared New Year’s wishes in one of the Facebook rider groups I belong to. His words resonated with me and sparked the poetry pixies to pick…
When IÂ moved to The United Arab Emirates with my then husband in 1993, I began festooning my non-traditional overseas trees with Swarovski crystal and glass decorations. Wherever we traveled,…
I scroll through a new photographer friend’s images of a foggy night in Almonte, the town in which we both live. They feature her husband as a model. They are…
It was November 26, 2022. I was drinking apple juice and biting into the first of three leftover Easter eggs – the little ones wrapped in various colours of…
For some reason, this tune, which I first heard long long long before I started to ride motorcycles in 2021, popped into my head tonight. It’s “Legend of a…