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Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
I've never had the nose to pick the separate aromas in a bouquet of wineit is a talent few possess rarely have I been able to sniff cologne which doesnβt then make me break out with sneezing and runny eyes I do enjoy being able to smell. What I remember is in no particular order, importance orcategory: cut... Continue Reading →
Turner 8 - 1471. That's the way we used to say it over 50 years ago. It's a telephone number. "Turner" was the exchange; a telephone number from Winnipeg. "Turner" was the exchange for the suburb of St. James. All my friends had 888 as the first part of their phone number. Everyone knewΒ which part... Continue Reading →
You do stupid things when you're a teenager. Hopefully those stupid things aren't morally, legally or ethically wrong. Sometimes they are just silly! When I was a teenager there was a really weird fad. Stealing Lee jean patches! If you were fortunate enough to be able to afford them, the cool thing was wearing Levi... Continue Reading →
August 30, 2013 My BFF from childhood, her mother died yesterday. The house where I grew up on a quiet suburb of Winnipeg was surrounded by Borodys. Literally. On the south side was by best friend Carol-Ann and her mum, dad, brothers and dog, Binks. On the north side of our house was her grandparents,... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid I loved when my mother had to take fancy sandwiches to the church for some function or another, mostly funerals. First, days in advance, she had to special order the bread, an LARGE unsliced loaf. Then have them put it through the mechanical slicer sideways. Β Then she cut off all... Continue Reading →
I still have enough skill on the piano to at least play hymns. Unless they are in 5 sharps or flats.Β Forget that. To pass the time in a personal care homeΒ I spent an hour playing a lovely Clavinova for my mother. The playing of hymns I hoped would spark some recognition in her memory.Β Page after... Continue Reading →
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