Goodbyes at the Beach
The day is getting late and drawing to a close. As I drive the rain burns in my headlights and my wipers cry as they struggle to wipe away the greyness. I pull up at the beach running late as I always...
View ArticleDo-it-yourself Alterations
The last I saw of Pixie, our cat, was a month ago, around the same time Jane and I began making brave attempts to renovate our bungalow, gutting out a couple of rooms and moving a wall or two. You...
View ArticleObserving July
Found this old story I wrote in a journal a few years back, from a previous life. Thought it fitting on this July eve sitting by the fire. — My stove snaps and grumbles as it quietly snacks on the wood...
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