Is it just me, or has November been weird? And felt like six months instead of one? Doesn’t it seem like everyone you know is feeling down, overwhelmed, confused? Wrestling with choices about careers, and relationships, and their place in the world? Desperate for some kind of change, a fresh start? The photo above isContinue reading “The Sunny Hours”
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Fun and Games
Amusement parks are all fun and games until you decide to try the tilt-a-whirl in your 40s. (Ask me how I know, haha.) Mere seconds in, I had to give the thumbs down signal to stop the ride and be let off — with the kids on board giving me the evil eye — thenContinue reading “Fun and Games”
These Magic Moments
Beginning about autumn of last year, I told everyone I knew that the first half of 2025 was going to be stupid. Not all bad stupid, mind you, but beyond busy. And just as predicted, it has been. The last show of Taylor Swift’s Eras tour in Vancouver. The release of my first poetry chapbookContinue reading “These Magic Moments”
Woman with Still Life
This is a glimpse at some of my writing study decor, including a new-to-me painting (upper left) that I spotted at a thrift store on a weekend at the end of March. It’s not a print — it’s an actual painting on canvas. Although done in 1999 by a mystery artist, it’s actually a copyContinue reading “Woman with Still Life”
Light
These days, it’s still quite dark when I leave the house in the morning. I hate it. I hate the weird time that can’t decide what it is. Dusk or dawn? Day? Night? Who knows! (My body and brain certainly don’t.) Despite the wildfires in August, I miss summer. I always miss it, but theContinue reading “Light”
All Good Betide
How much can a single postcard tell you? Quite a lot, actually. All it takes is some effort, a bit of luck, and most importantly, just enough details to launch a viable search. And always, “hope’s beacon” pointing the way. This particular story begins with a postcard sending good wishes for the New Year, 1912.Continue reading “All Good Betide”
Riding Miss Betsy
Her steel body squeaked unnervingly as we bounced along the uneven pavement. My hands, gripping the short, ribbed handlebars, struggled unsuccessfully to keep the oversized front wheel from wobbling. The man who lives at the top of the block looked up from his weeding, amused. I had regularly watched him breeze up the hill duringContinue reading “Riding Miss Betsy”
Objects of Affection
Well, my fingers didn’t fit in the holes quite like they used to when I was young, but everything else was perfect. The white numbers and letters circling the clear plastic dial like groups of children on a merry-go-round. The chrome hook cradling the heavy handset with its curly cord hanging slightly kinked in aContinue reading “Objects of Affection”
Sonia Nicholson 