I worked in father’s bakery. Peeled potatoes for potato bread. Melted dark chocolate. Washed copper pots and whisks and baking sheets. Swept wide-plank oak floors.
(Almost) The Last Ride
The world had gone white sometime overnight; I could barely see the road ahead. Wipers were useless, as were the other two in the car with me, who had begged me to drive them home.
Calcutta, India: Bazaars and Markets
Guest Author Sonya Ward writes about her childhood days in Calcutta, India in the early forties.
Rosa Mosqueta
How illness brings you closer to family.
Is Best Better Than Good?
Guest Author Brian Kazaara writes about the dangers of attaching the labels “Best” and “Better” on the human psyche.
Saying Good-Bye, Again
Guest Author Carole Poppleton-Schrading shares a daughter’s struggle to make peace with an alcoholic parent.
Norman – In Memoriam
When I was a child, there was a man in my life that taught me about integrity, honour and basic human decency. He taught me that a man’s greatest strength was his word and his ability, his determination, to live by it. As a child being raised by a single mother, I found in this […]
The Forgetting Of Colour
I didn’t bring a bouquet of purple lilac or dark chocolates: Gift-wrapped with ribbon and metallic silver bow …
A Constant Reminder
Guest Author Kyle Black writes about a trip he took to Bali describing his experiences and his feelings cornering our value system.
Visiting The Ridge
After the ice storm, visiting a burned down childhood house.
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