Cooking up a calm
I can always tell when something is hanging over my head because I lose interest in the kitchen. Pickling cucumbers rot in the…
Read MoreI can always tell when something is hanging over my head because I lose interest in the kitchen. Pickling cucumbers rot in the…
Read More“Nature giveth and taketh all,” says an inscription on The Tree of Life, a new sculpture in a Goderich, Ontario, park. On August…
Read MoreMy weekend retreat brought a burst of creativity. It has been many months since I did so much pen-and-paper writing in the space…
Read MoreWe need to dream, but how often do we count our dreams fulfilled? Last month I blogged my bucket list, a list of…
Read MoreWe all need people who inspire us, whether heroes, models, mentors or friends. During the WordCount Blogathon Speed River Journal will present a…
Read MoreThis is a themed post for the WordCount Blogathon. If I started blogging today, I would stick to following my passion. Doing so…
Read MoreI have always been a writer. Nothing else I do feels so powerful, but somehow, somewhere along the way I lost faith in…
Read MoreThe world outside my office window unfolds like a movie from first glow of dawn to evening frog song. Below it, the birdfeeder…
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