Flock. Herd. Bevy. My partner had called out to me, "Come see this!" Not prone to drama, there was a wonder in his call. A chance at hope? I could hear in his voice that it would not be more flames and smoke. Less than 24 hours had passed since reality had been suspended by wildfire in our community. My reticular alarm triggered, ready at the sign of renewed danger, I dropped what I was doing and went to see. A group of 30 plus Trumpeter Swans drifted in the water just

WIP: The Fargos at Frank's and Kim's Place Joel was reading aloud to me in our Grade Two classroom. His index finger had been tracing each letter and word on the page, a long-standing strategy. The page pushed back against him, a frustrating interference with his purpose. He moved his hand to hold the edge of the book, to keep the page in place. The words rose up and out of him fluently as he continued to read without his finger helping him to decode the shape and sound of ev

The Sweater I have been invited to an online writing group For women. We meet first thing in the morning, Tell what we are working on....

Our town's open mic resides in the 118 year old decommissioned Anglican Church, now known as St. John's Heritage Church and Arts Centre....

The speedometer leapt higher each time I glanced from the back seat to my father’s hands gripped tight on the steering wheel. Rain pelted...

"Eve's Apology in Defense of Women", Amelia Lanier, 1611 The 60 year old crab apple tree in my yard has been striving to produce apples...