all’s well that ends well in almonte
When it got noticeably cool sometime after 9 p.m., I glanced over at the thermostat. The red indicator needle was a couple of degrees below 20 C where it…
When it got noticeably cool sometime after 9 p.m., I glanced over at the thermostat. The red indicator needle was a couple of degrees below 20 C where it…
Saturday, December 2, 2023: The symptoms started on Tuesday afternoon with a sore throat. I’m prone to sore throats so I didn’t think much of it. Wednesday morning, I…
On days that are challenging, or when I’m feeling less than stellar, I find it helpful to reflect on things I am grateful for. Today was one of those days….
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…
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…
My father was a handsome, intelligent, charming and troubled man. I didn’t know he was a covert narcissist until I began writing Betrayed: Inside a Pathological Love Relationship in early…
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month 2021 in Canada. Today this poem wrote itself to light and hope through snow, tears and fears. Merci Johanne Ravenda pour…
I was immediately captivated by Paul Haining’s early morning image of a raven on the rooftop beside the clock tower in Almonte. And I loved the title he gave it:…
We all long to be free in our own way. To see a world of possibility stretching out before us like an open road. This poem is about that. It…
The problem with overvaluing perfection is it sometimes leads us to want to fix things that don’t need repair, or to think that people and things are broken when in…