Life. Crazy huh? Who can make sense of it? Well, to keep a very long story short, today’s post is about sharing the happy news that my first novel, Yesterday’s Tomorrow, has been re-released and is now available for your reading pleasure on Amazon! Even after all these years, this book is still #1 in…

The weeks are running away from me. Summer is almost over and I’m out of breath. Not because of all I’ve done, I suppose, but more because of what I’ve learned. What I’m still learning. What I’m trying desperately to get a handle on and hold fast to. This being still. This knowing. This trusting.…

I am a habitual reader of the Obits. When you live on a small island, it becomes a habit. Not just for old people. We all do it. Today I mourned the passing of a brave lady who lost her cancer battle yesterday. She and her husband were part of my parents circle of friends…

Every morning now for the past few months, dishes stack in my sink. Some mornings they’re clean, some mornings they’re not. And somebody forgot to turn on the dishwasher. Me, I suppose, but I wonder if I’m the only one who knows how to work the thing. Pressing the right button is quite difficult, I…

When I was young, I laughed at the notion of antiques. Old stuff. Who in the world would want that? I wanted everything new. For me to be the first to use it. For us to make our own history. But I hadn’t lived enough. Hadn’t traveled enough. Hadn’t cried enough. I didn’t know. Silver…

I was sixteen the first time he said it. With his arm around me in the darkened room, my head on his shoulder, probably half asleep. “I love you.” Three little words that had the power to change my life. If I chose to let them. Of course at sixteen, love was exciting. Love was…

Hydrangeas. They’re one of my favorite flowers. They don’t smell, sadly, but they’re beautiful. They come in many different varieties and colors of pink and blue and white. I’ve longed to grow them for years, but in Bermuda it’s difficult, if not impossible. When we bought our place on the lake in Northern Ontario, I…

Disclaimer – the thoughts expressed below are simply mine. Agree or disagree. And there are no spoilers here, incase you have not read the book. It’s one of those big words that you cannot walk away from. Objectivity. To be objective. To think for oneself. To read or view something without prejudice, to form one’s…

I never knew I had a sister. Never grew up with a brother or a sister. Just a lot of dolls, a cat, two dogs and a hell of an imagination. I was never really lonely. When friends were scarce, I made them up. Funny that. I think I started making up stories from around…

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know.” “Yes, it does.” “No, actually, it doesn’t.” “Yes it…wait, what?” The problem with being a writer is simply this: We may develop the tendency to think we’re all that. Not me, of course. I would never be so brazen as to assume the entire publishing world should come…