i’ll be glad when christmas is over
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
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I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
These are the ten images I entered in the Mississippi Mills Bi-Centennial Photo Contest. I don’t expect to win anything – there are so many amazing photographers in Mississippi…
“I didn’t think you’d be back,” the Ottawa Safety Council (OSC) instructor said on the morning of September 12, 2021. It was day two of the OSC M1 exit course…
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…
November 18, 2022: “Did you post that poem?” Christine asked me over Zoom today. “No,” I replied. “I’m still thinking about it.” I wrote ‘on the outside’ in early…
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…
The black and white beauty above is my friend Judith’s cat, Oreo. Oreo is a sweetheart. Stubborn at times. But a sweetheart nevertheless. On the Sunday before Halloween, I…
The answer is: more things than I ever would have guessed when I asked the question in the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook group. Now might be a good time…
Snow falls in Canada in winter. Hard working crews clear our roads so we can get around. We appreciate it. This poem is about that. snow crew thank you…
Little things (good and bad), have big impacts on me. I’m not sure why, but they do. A couple of months ago, I bought a motorcycle. A small, manageable-for-me motorcycle….