The eagle arrived shortly after Mum died, perching in the uppermost branches of the Ponderosa pine across the street and soaring past the kitchen window once or twice per day. [Read more…]
She Already Knows
July 12, 2017 by
Happiness, Moving
March 25, 2017 by
On the first March day to feel as if it has Spring tucked like a bouquet behind its back and is twitching to yank it out and surprise us, I take my bike from its winter den. [Read more…]
Rejection, An Anthology
January 8, 2017 by
Thank you for submitting –
Thank you for sending –
We were blessed –
We appreciate –
We’re truly grateful –
We were thrilled. [Read more…]
Christmas, Reinstated
December 24, 2016 by
Mist is drifting off the lake while the December sun consoles the crest of the snow-capped hills with its golden hand. [Read more…]
This is Not a Drill
October 25, 2016 by
Last month I stayed in a hotel room the shape and colour of a TicTac and only slightly larger. [Read more…]
Detour Along the Road Not Taken
May 17, 2016 by
The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood. [Read more…]
Springtime’s Most Rambling Metaphor
April 9, 2016 by
Three times in as many weeks: hail. Pearly gemstones plinking down, making a spectacle of themselves, just when we all thought the day might clear. [Read more…]
Times I’ve Almost Died
February 5, 2016 by
When the shaking started, I was deep, deep down—cocooned in a dream that was yanked away from me when terror plunged its greedy hand into my sleep and hauled me spluttering towards the surface. [Read more…]
