best friends
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
nothing at all
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
a canadian rider’s winter prayer
This poem is a short prayer for Canadian riders in winter. c’mon spring by susan © 2022 c’mon spring when we are too long inside we get depressed and…
retribution
I have been wronged. It wasn’t my fault. I have been preyed upon and abused. Also not my fault. I have been wronged, preyed upon and abused because I…
frozen
During COVID lockdowns, many of us found out how uncomfortable it can be to be confined. But Canadian motorcycle riders have known forever what that’s like: we get twitchy…
in passing
It’s all good. Until the six of them come up behind at – I’m guessing – well over 100 km/hr. We’re on the twistie that runs through Tatlock. It’s my…
stop it already!
Enough is enough LOL 😛 sure this one’s my last claims the crazy hai vu as he gathers together a new motley crew they come from afar and…
25 things motorcycle riders have in common with people who live with dementia
I bought a motorcycle in late August 2021. Learning to ride it has been a bit of a rollercoaster, just like learning how to care for my mom who lived…
oops
I’m having a great ride. My best yet. Which says both a little and a lot I guess. A little in the sense that I’ve been riding for only eight…