by Kalí Rourke I recently mentioned to my husband that in light of our multiple downsizings, we were fortunate that neither of us is a collector. My husband smiled and said, “I think you do have a collection. You have collected the people and ancestry in your family!” “And yours,” I responded with a grin. People ask, […]
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July 2 – One Woman Remembering Another
by Debra Dolan I am writing this on Canada Day delighted in knowing that my darling Michael’s mother’s remarkable life is honoured in our national newspaper. There is a wonderful regular feature titled “Lives Lived” which “celebrates the everyday, extraordinary, unheralded lives of Canadians who have recently passed”. Margaret was a proud American-Canadian who was […]
June 28 – Tending Roses
by Sara Etgen-Baker I strolled through our backyard, the footpath sparkling and crunching like sugar underfoot. Under December’s dove gray sky, the colors of my world donned their winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before. The flowers in my garden slept, and the bare branches of the oak trees showed their lofty arms. […]
June 4 – A “Dad-Shaped Hole” in My Heart
by Kali´Rourke Father’s Day approaches, and although I rejoice in the wonderful Dad that my daughters have, I take no such joy in my own. He was an unsolvable mystery to me. He married my mother when she was seventeen and they had me when she was nearly nineteen. My only impressions of him as […]
May 31 – Fiction vs. Memoir: Finally I Made The Choice
by Len Leatherwood (c) Can Stock Photo / danr13 After a huge cry this morning, I feel better. I have spent the past five days immersed in one of the toughest/saddest times of my life – moving to LA in 1994 to be near my brother who was about to go into active AIDS […]
May 20 – A GIRL, A BICYCLE, A LIBRARIAN, AND A MAGICAL SPELL
by Sara Etgen-Baker I often mounted my bicycle and sped down the street, my hair whipping back as I let my feet off the pedals and flew down the hill at a speed rivaling a cheetah. When I reached the point where the street curved, I slammed on the brakes hoping the unevenly worn brake […]