words, writing

She was comfort. A sugar cinnamon woman, a taste lingering on his tongue, a reminder of the past. He closed his eyes and saw a kitchen, a woman, and sweet rolls in autumn.

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heart, hope, love, strong women

“Child. Never say, good bye.” My Grandmother believed “good bye” was an uttered death knell, a cursed spell, a forgetting. She said, “See you soon.” I’ll never forget our last Sunday. The year was 1969. The Maple trees, with leaves the colours of sunset, fenced the property. Wind blew off the lake. I wore a […]

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brave, excerpt from a scene, writing

You asked how I knew. I told you. It’s simple. You are 35,000 feet above land, imagining all that could go wrong. Waiting for the drop. Yet, you feel safer than you have ever felt before. Safe enough, to rest on another. Safe enough to close your eyes, if only for awhile.

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beautiful words, excerpt from a scene, writing

I recall that morning. Everything was misty grey: the gravel road that kicked dust from the tires, the clouds above us, her sweatshirt adorned with the words, ‘Carmel- by-the-sea.’ We were so far north of Carmel. Desperate for a break, hoping to convince myself, fears are paper tigers come to play, I’d left the city […]

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writing

Ask the sea. It whispers candle lit stories. One is told of a Sparrow in hopeless love with a Captain. Listen. In the still of night, waves tumble and crash upon a rocky shore. As tides ebb, notes beautiful and even rise. These notes are heaven- sent, ripped from the deepest depths of being. A […]

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reading, writing

Reading a fabulous read: ‘The Dutch House‘- Ann Patchett. Our book club is ‘on hold’ and for once, I’ve caught up! O to write as brilliantly as Ann. Three generations of family, obsession, love, and forgiveness. “I see the past as it actually was,” Maeve said. She was looking at the trees. “But we overlay […]

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brave, excerpt from a scene, inspiration, strong women, writing

“Listen, Child. Remember who we are: daughters of strong limbed women with imperfect hearts, makers and givers of life. Suffering to our dreams. Forming circles of comfort, sweet tea and honey. We cooked because we had to. Who else fed the children? Believers on a crooked path to a better life- a place where every […]

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