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There’s a prediction for a big storm tonight. The air is damp and the wind is cold. Are the weathermen right or will the storm pass us by? Speaking of snow, Robert Frost once wrote a poem titled “Stopping by Woods … Continue reading →
There’s a prediction for a big storm tonight. The air is damp and the wind is cold. Are the weathermen right or will the storm pass us by? Speaking of snow, Robert Frost once wrote a poem titled “Stopping by Woods … Continue reading →
Marcia Laycock, author and member of The Word Guild, wrote of a Christmas pageant at her church. Chaos reigned supreme. That’s how it seemed as we rehearsed our Christmas play. … That was nothing new. Every year it seems to happen. … Continue reading →
Last week, as I waited for a certain photo for my Christmas card, I wrote a Christmas letter. The year 2009 has been a bountiful year of good news even if the financial world and our pocketbooks took a large hit. … Continue reading →
November will soon be over—two more days to go, not that I’m rushing it. As yet, we have seen little that resembles winter weather. Light snow fell last evening, a very small amount, only enough to coat the roofs of houses … Continue reading →
November 25, 2009 As I walked in my neighbourhood Sunday afternoon, I saw people putting up decorations on the exterior of their homes. It was a perfect day for it, with fine weather, no ice to coat ladders and make the job … Continue reading →
Fellow writer Glynis Belec writes about her father and his comrades from the Royal Marine Association. Charlie, one of the men in their group who has lived in a nursing home for years didn’t know them anymore though his fellow comrades … Continue reading →
In our family we’ve cut back quite a bit on Christmas shopping. We agreed that we have most things we need, and so for Christmas, we try to find something the person would not likely buy for themselves. We draw names … Continue reading →
Just this week I took time to pay respects to a man who died— a person who had lived a full life, but died after a short illness. I did not know Ronald; I knew only his wife Andrea. The … Continue reading →
It’s a long way to Mother’s Day and months since the last one, but I think it’s fair to give our mothers their due. I’m not sure I appreciated mine fully until I was older and had children of my … Continue reading →
Denise Bud Rumble wrote But, no matter the age of the mother, or the daughter, the relationship stands as it always has, ageless – a mother, a child, the instinct to look after one another just a part of … Continue reading →