last rides
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
sunset ride
Mostly, I ride solo. I’m accustomed to solitude so it fits for me. Still, when the opportunity presents itself I also love to ride with someone else. There’s something special…
the magic of silent winter fireworks
The first thing I see when I wake up every winter morning is fireworks. Silent, silver fireworks produced for no one but me. They are disguised as a Boston…
if logs could talk
Almonte-based photographer Paul Latour posted this wintery pic on our Friends of Mississippi Mills FB page and asked a question: “What if logs could talk?” Here is a my poetic…
almost christmas eve wishes from a christmas eve past
Christmas 2020: I made this video comprising pics of mom and me during the festive season at her big red brick house on the hill in 2008. I was…
14 bouquets of spring joy
I first created and shared this post on June 22, 2014. I’m republishing it again on June 4, 2020, because today I have felt joyful after what has seemed a…
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the purpose of struggle: a parable
After composing this poem on being helpful, I explored some inspirational material I had posted years ago on my other two sites AmazingWomenRock.com and SheQuotes.com. While I meandered, I found…