Enjoy Your Shower
A big pleasure in a world of forgotten pleasures is the morning shower. The hot water pelting my head pulls me free from a night of shark-thoughts that swam lar...
A big pleasure in a world of forgotten pleasures is the morning shower. The hot water pelting my head pulls me free from a night of shark-thoughts that swam lar...
Ken and I were standing in the middle of a tree-lined street in St. Albert looking up at a gibbous moon. (like to use gibbous-a word Mary gave me-when I can) We...
Remember Reginna? Reggie? Linda? Larry? (Oh, I remember you Reginna!) Do you remember your first love? Remember how it came down to you light as chiffon and pic...
Today, upon seeing a lady bug inch its way up a wooden railing I recalled this journal entry from exactly three years ago. You wouldn’t think that Willie ...