Buddy’s Craft Cider won a bronze medal in the 2018 WineAlign National Wine Awards of Canada, beating many competitors, including those of some of the oldest established cideries in British Columbia’s Okanagan Valley.
It ain’t over, ever for me…the lines keep comin’ and my heart, it bleeds me in every word and line, all in the beat, rhythm and rhyme.
The true story of how the author overcame her own fears to help a friend find peace for her ailing mother. In the process, she received her own message from the past and found her own form of elusive peace.
Every culture and tradition has its version of creation stories. According to my tradition, the Ojibwe, the universe was created by Kichi-Manitous with the express purpose of the ability to vision, to dream all that was possible – of manifesting everything we know and those unseen things and then birth it into being.
“I love you,” he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself […]
Then suddenly, as if the idea had occurred to both the Ryans at the same time, they stared at the urn. “Well don’t just stare at it woman, pull the stopper and let a body see in,” Jack said.
My thoughts then turned to EJ, the love of my life. I always enjoyed my time with him because he always made me laugh and feel loved. I have been seeing EJ for about three years now and I always hated when our time together would end and he would return home to his wife and four kids. Yes, I was seeing a married man.
Nigerian writer Sylva Ifedigbo attempts to demystify death and conquer the fear of it in this impersonal conversation between a human being and the dreaded spirit of death.
In the Southern Highlands of Papua New Guinea, hair stylists dictate the jungle fashion, just as they have done for thousands of years.
Is it possible that the only whisky distillery in Wales, hunkered down as it is among industrial age slag heaps, rivals the great peaty Scotches of the Highlands?