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A long-time friend is going through a rough patch. She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week. “I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when…
A long-time friend is going through a rough patch. She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week. “I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when…
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Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
I was inspired to write this poem in February 2014 when I lived in North Hatley, Quebec. At the time, I wanted to get lost in a winter storm, to…
eyes open. a thought bubbles to the surface: “i’m awake.” awareness skips across my consciousness forcing me to stir. i resist. i burrow deeper into the folds of the duvet. i…
My Mom, Patti, soon to be eighty-five and in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease, can’t really carry on a “sensible” conversation anymore. Mom’s friend Gaby is ninety-seven. While Mom…
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
O Canada! A bright red cardinal sings Happy Birthday In morning mist.
Every Monday morning for the last eight weeks, eight to 10 of us gathered from nine to noon at the Bibliotheque North Hatley Library to write. Expertly led Carolyn Rowell,…