I am a writer! I am many other things as well and this entry may be about some of those things and it might be about Christmas. But to begin I want to stake my claim on being a writer because I want to get down to the business of writing as January approaches....
For years I have listened to the Harbour Lights show that took place every year at the city market. I always thought some day I'm going to get up early enough and go into the market for that show. Last year and again this year the show did not take place. And...
I saw a post the other day saying something to the effect that once the glue that kept Christmas together was gone Christmases are not the same. I considered that sentiment for awhile and responded with something about new glue and new Christmases. Thinking more...
Balance is a good thing. Everything in moderation. I can not off the top of my head think of another cliché to match those two but on Saturday the title of this entry came to me and I've been considering the three parts ever since. I have always loved snow days....
Rain, recovery, rest and realization. I am at my desk on this blustery morning , heavy rain falling outside my street level window and feeling so content and blessed to be here for another writing day. City days and country visits are a part of my November...
Grey November days are a thing. Color has just about disappeared in the landscape of deciduous trees and pumpkins and Halloween decorations are gone. The somber days leading up to Remembrance day come before Christmas lets loose. We have had a couple of gorgeous...