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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…
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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….
I’ve had an interesting life replete with adventure, travel, and mostly great stuff. Of course there have been occasional trials, tribulations and challenges, but I have a lot to be…
One of the many things I love about winter, besides snow, is the way the light changes. I am grateful for the way the afternoon sun casts shadows of the…
Rebecca Wissink was heading out to collect eggs one winter’s day when she happened to look up. Lo and behold: a snow angel on the roof of the barn! She…