Thunder Bay, Ontario – I’m sitting on the Hillcrest Park stone wall overlooking the city where I was born and raised. The view of Lake Super...

And so begins the annual invasion of the mice. They are on the move, searching for cracks and gaps in homes, cottages, garages, sheds and ot...

 This week marks a special anniversary. It’s of little interest to anyone but me, but I’m writing about it anyway. Sixty years ago this week...

The world is on the move again after 2 1/2 years of Covid. I'm itching to do some travelling but can't decide where to go. I’ve cons...

 That voice is in my head again. It sneaks in every August; a throbbing, melancholy voice sighing sad words about loss and change. “All the ...

 My lawnmower has been put away for the winter. I doubt if I’ll bring it out next spring. This year I didn’t cut the grass until well into J...

I was having one of those bad days that everyone has. Hot water tank gave out, thunder storm took out satellite service and a boat flying a ...