Obviously, decorating, cooking and aesthetic is personal, which is why one should never be apologetic with regards. People forget that...

The citations below are all true and come from our family’s collection of Italianisms/Canadianisms and plain goofy but effective...

Lorna shuffles along, curved shoulders hunched slightly forward, bald spot at the back of her head. Every morning she combs and teases...

If you loved Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt, then prepare yourself for Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart. Douglas Stuart’s mastery of...

cottonbro on Pexels.com She carefully slips the dollar bill into his jacket pocket. The boring navy blue one that comes out only on...

Ron Lach on Pexels.com Something wasn’t right. The twinge in her stomach told her so. Her eyes confirmed it was so. He was supposed to be...

Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way – being alive. Many don’t make it. On his last day I was under...

Time is a peculiar thing. It exists as a specific amount (24 hours, 10 minutes, 2 seconds) and yet, our perception of time rarely...

They buried him under a blazing midday sun. Earlier that morning, with birds twittering and summer breezes blowing, it was downright mean...

What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question…”What were you to my father?” A declaration of having existed on this...

On a wall, tucked in a corner, there is a poem entitled, A Man. It is primarily born from the sadness and mixed emotions of a daughter...

Despondency had an address. Ours. Our house was one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present...

THE LETTER “J” Jingle bells plays in the background. In the living room lots of jostling and jabbering going on. Jovial conversation,...

The Letter “S” Solitary and solicitous to remain so, or so, he thought. He shunned prosaic societal situations and opted for studious...

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row...

Next door of sisters there are three Here it’s just mom and dad and me Feeling quite bored I captured a bee And lovingly fed it flowers...

A generous deeply felt read A yo-yo of emotions, intelligent and a work of love Beautiful prose, full of nuances, layers and texture...

Doubleface The man and woman formed an island of uncomfortable silence in the middle of the airport terminal’s noisy crowds. He dejected...

The sky will not stop sobbing. When Zeus thunders, my dog Charlie follows suit, bursting into aggressive high pitched barks. Candles are...

modern stream of consciousness I have just shut this book; still warm to the touch. It is the first time I have read this...