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…
the magic of silent winter fireworks
The first thing I see when I wake up every winter morning is fireworks. Silent, silver fireworks produced for no one but me. They are disguised as a Boston…
on siding & riding
Sometimes when I sit down to write, I have no idea what’s going to come out. That’s what happened the other day when this meandering piece of fluff made its…
the lost and found
This post was originally written and first published in May 2013. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace. Not of…
find renewal in the wreckage
Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out. You feel lost, betrayed and battered. Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what once…
10 Notes in an Ode to Joy
According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.” But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is…
Solitary romance
I dine by candlelight thrice daily. “Why waste romance on one meal alone?” I once asked myself. There seemed no justifiable reason to do so, so I’ve romanced myself at…