I remember feeling quite grown up when I received my first library card. We lived at Clare’s Corners, back then, at the intersection of Thorold…
“Thank you for joining us today Jan.” “Thank you for having me.” Q. “I’m going to dive right in and ask. What prompted your writing…
According to marketing analysts, book covers sell books. This makes sense when you consider the endless racks of shelves and many displays in local bookstores.…
Snow fence is gone A brilliant blue sky That hurts the eyes Bottle green waves crash the shore Hot sand dash in loose flip flops…
Summer day, hot and bright A promise of the shore Cerulean sky painted above Foam flecked waves on the horizon Plaintive cries of soaring gulls…
Like many children of the fifties, I grew up in the household of “waste not, want not.” This particularly applied to food. We were reminded…
Drowsy sounds. The sterile smell of an institution A blurred face moving toward me, a nurse Muffled voices over me “Stroke, poor old man.” A…
Recently, I had the pleasure of attending one of Brian Henry’s creative writing seminars. Brian is a professional editor from the Toronto area who shares…
I am quite a fan of period pieces. This interest extends to cars, fashions, furniture, cinema or written works of bygone days. Although I didn’t…