I love one stop shopping, especially these days. For me, it’s a short walk to the Giant Tiger store on Welland Avenue, (get out and…
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…