Posts by The Thursday Writers

Aging.

Posted by on Nov 22, 2017 in Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General, Lifestyles | 1 comment

Aging.

     Aging is one of the most thought about topics in the world. Every nation has proud centurions, usually quite willing to give their own personal hints on how they managed to live so long. Whisky and cigars have even been credited on occasion. That they survived at all has got to be a fluke of nature, still we sometimes see them on TV, wrinkled-up, but still smoking. These are the exceptional. Most of us go into a slow decline, fighting all the way with exercise, meds. and diet, trying to last as long as possible, hoping desperately our brain cells will hold up.     Asking a little...

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She opened the lid, peered inside.

Posted by on Oct 22, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 2 comments

She opened the lid, peered inside.

“Where did you find this, Lydia?” I asked.  “It was in the garden. I was digging a hole for the new lilac bush, over by the kitchen      fence, when I hit something hard with the shovel. I thought it was a rock and tried to pry it out but then when I cleared some more dirt off it, I saw it was a box.” “Well, it’s been there an awful long time then, because we’ve lived here for twelve years now.” Lydia cleaned the box some more and saw there was tiny padlock still in place. “I don’t want to damage anything, how can I get that...

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Striking It Rich….

Posted by on Aug 31, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 4 comments

Striking It Rich….

Clara agreed to visit his claim, the one he’d been digging for years. Fancy meeting after all this time. She hadn’t changed much, wore her hair shorter, but had that same gorgeous smile. If he wasn’t careful he’d fall in love all over again. And she might too, if he struck it rich. If he kept at the digging. Jack lifted another shovelful and threw the rocks, crashing into the wagon. One more and he’d be ready to ‘wash it’. “Why don’t you just give it up, Jack? This place is done for. I found all the gold.”  Old Henry, his neighbour, had struck gold a long time ago and...

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Fighting The Stigma.

Posted by on Aug 9, 2017 in Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General, Health & Wellness | 2 comments

Fighting The Stigma.

Adele was called into the Principal’s office to discuss her twelfth grade son. She was not surprised. He had been in two fights and had been acting strange. She supposed he would be expelled if his behavior did not improve. Deep down Adele feared there was another problem, but she chose not to acknowledge it. After all, he was just a teenager, sometimes teenagers had problems. The meeting went badly. They discussed the fighting. Adele defended her son. Why blame him for everything, did he start it? The Principal appeared to be trying to get something else across, she did not want to hear...

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Canadians stand on guard !!!

Posted by on Jul 1, 2017 in Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 10 comments

Canadians stand on guard !!!

In light of all the discussions around Canada opening her doors to refugees and in this year of celebration of Canada’s 150th anniversary, I submit this small memoir piece of my own experience of being a refugee. In 1957 after the Hungarian Revolution I escaped with my parents, spending 6 months in Refugee camps in what was then Yugoslavia, arriving in Canada on July 1st of that year. Five years later, also on July 1st, then known as Dominion Day, I was so proud to be accepted as citizen of this wonderful country. This year I celebrate Canada Day with gratitude for this beautiful...

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The Man Who Couldn’t Smile

Posted by on Jun 18, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 2 comments

The Man Who Couldn’t Smile

He looked like a mischievous little gnome standing at my office door with his twinkling eyes. His short physique accentuated his balding head. He had the most incredibly small and crooked hands I had ever seen. The other outstanding feature about him was the lack of expression on his face. You see, Don couldn’t smile.  I found him to be a dynamic seventy-two-year-old man. His philosophy was that “age had nothing to do with happiness”. He just wanted to make the most out of the rest of his life. He hoped I could find him someone to love. Don didn’t believe he had a disability, but...

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The Briefcase

Posted by on May 11, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 4 comments

The Briefcase

There was nothing else in the briefcase. I set the gun down on the floor and checked more thoroughly. I ripped the lining out, ruining the briefcase in the process. Why? I wondered. Why had they left me a gun but no instructions? What was I supposed to do with it? I picked the gun up again and checked. It was loaded. I wrapped it in the torn lining and put it back in the briefcase. Before I left the hotel room, I searched the closets and drawers, even the bathroom. Nothing, unless you counted the Gideon Bible in the bedside table. Damn. This wasn’t meant to be a guessing game, was it?...

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Saudade*

Posted by on Apr 2, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 5 comments

Saudade*

Early spring. The place we called the cottage is still there. Familiar and strange as eye blinks in a desert. Rose of Sharons cut down, confederate with uprooted lilac and pear tree. The building’s paint is freshened – trendy provincial blue with lemon pie trim. No faded white siding or forest green sills for the latest occupants. Won’t do. Bright tile-red shingles christen the roof. Young hands and feet banned from climbing its slick surface. The maple is steadfast where two sandy roads carve out the property line. The catalpa tree will soon spread spade-shaped leaves....

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The Pink Hat

Posted by on Mar 8, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 3 comments

The Pink Hat

I know all those faces wild flashing eyes angry chanting voices   centuries of walking  the great global umbilical road of this long long march yesterday   today        tomorrow   can anyone answer why we have to ask for our rights? why they are not a given?  who it is that refuses us?   and it’s not over yet we are still marching on those harsh ancient stony roads    but we take each of you with us woven into each stitch of this pink hat knit one     purl one     knit one     purl...

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abide

Posted by on Feb 9, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 2 comments

abide

 In the moments between when we cannot feel the warmth of your hand in mine, the brush of skin on skin and we are open to the world alone unsafe exposed  I know that somewhere you are thinking of me   knowing that I am treasuring the memory of you, and we abide in our love as in a warm home in winter. by Sandra Leigh. ********************   The Years Have Stolen Everything. There was a time, wasn’t there? when your halting tender breath searching found and touched my diffident skin caught and held me silent held me silent astonished trembling with desire like sudden pain. Do...

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Where The Wild Pines Grow

Posted by on Jan 4, 2017 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 1 comment

Where The Wild Pines Grow

Written in 20 minutes by Márta O’Reilly during a writing exercise we had in our writing group. The title topic was “The Place Where Wild Pines Grow”. I feel as if I’d been here before. I recognize the lay of the land, the shape of that hill on the horizon. I know as I walk this path what I will see when I turn that corner. This is not an ordinary déjà vu; this familiarity with every tree, every outcropping of rock down to every blade of grass. Yet my plane landed here only yesterday. I am an old man. I have travelled far and long on the many trails of my world. But my history...

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The Thursday Writers

Posted by on Dec 17, 2016 in Art, Current Posts, Featured Slider Posts, General | 0 comments

The Thursday Writers

Written in twenty minutes by Chris Beryl from this writing prompt:  “He Turned the Key in the Lock and Opened the Door” He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw a huge dog and three puppies. “What…where did these come from ? We’re not keeping them you know. Oh no…” “Daddy daddy, we found them in a field. Someone forgot them. They left them in a box. They were crying Daddy.” ” Left them in field my …. Dumped them more likely” he said under his breath. He looked at his children. They were delirious with joy. Jack and Patricia sat on the...

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