Yes, Yes, Yes, I know! Before you’ll pause to read about your foe and see, what it is I have to say, you’ll likely turn…
In the moments before that yellowish orange ball raises its head above the pale blue, before the day begins its business and footprints mark the…
The bread knows whose hands are those mixing, kneading, shaping its white, pillowy, delicate dough. It knows that I am one who prefers a crusty,…
Under sunny spring skies childhood chalk artists with names like Kelli, Tori, and Jake, draw pastel pictures on grey concrete squares. Squatting silently, little hands…
Forget the fake news, divergent views, the changing scientific thought, clutching hands that’s all for naught, forget the protests and parades of anti-maskers, anti-vaxers, side…
The entire year before that coming day, my father used to smile and say, Today I am a fountain pen, and laugh and laugh and…
Back in the day, someone was always trying’ to have their way, make us pay, and even today there’s no bouquet. People try to silence…
In New Brunswick, we take pride in not rushing the spring. Imagining her as some toddler, we give her plenty of time to learn to…
March 16 Surrounded by the air of hypervigilance, we made our way down empty cobblestone streets, past shuttered shops, around the corner, down the hill,…
Two old men in well-worn winter coats sun themselves on a park bench as conversation dreamily turns its head toward the coming spring. Sharp winds…
Dear Betty, You are a cake mix, cook book, kitchen maven and your image has become a haven for those who manage the traditional trinity…
