Words hurt. Children see. children do.
Categories: Argument, Modern life
Tagged: be a good example, stop bullying
… random observations from my journeys through a well-lived life
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This week, I’m going to profile interesting information I’ve found about the lives of women and girls around the world. We, who have so much, must do more to share the wealth – not just money, but our energy and our voices demanding change for the betterment of others. Girls living in poverty are uniquely capable of creating a better future. But when a girl reaches adolescence, she comes to a crossroads. Visit girleffect.org for more information.
As every writing workshop facilitator has said – writers are people who actively engage their senses and record the richness of their daily experiences to share with others. In other words, if you’re paying attention, you’ll benefit from meeting new people or enjoying adventures on any ordinary day. My friend and colleague Janis McC, Membership Coordinator of the Writers’ Community of York Region (WCYR) headed out to Vaughan for a meeting with Lisa McDonough, Manager of the Pierre Berton Resource Library. Our objective was to identify partnership opportunities to benefit Library patrons and WCYR members – workshops, meeting space, cross-promotion, identifying speakers, etc. We got on like a house afire and developed a list of projects we’ll start planning for. So that was a…
Tagged: chance meetings, mortgage fraud, St. Phillips Bakery, writing
All of us with strong attachments to yarn/beads/cookbooks/knitting books/quilting/needlework/sewing, etc. will know that this is very believable. Hold your heads high, fellow aficionados! Remember all of the positive benefits we bring to a struggling economy, not just in North America, but wherever fine craft goods are grown/spun/manufactured. The added bonus, of course, is that we and those we favour, get to wear our creations. So ‘rock on’, handy-people.
Categories: Modern life
Tagged: cookbooks, craft goods, knitting books, www youtube, yarn
Hark, the harbingers of spring! Soft flapping in warming breeze, the hint of blossoms. Look there! The harebell flap of forlorn Toronto Star, blue-bagged February 10th before the storm – It’s pale headlines crumpled, limp with damp Thursday news. Beneath the salt-rimmed scarf of plow-torn turf and filthy corn snow crusted against the plow-chipped curb peek blushes of Era weekly flyers flowering paper furl of petals amidst the melt and ciggy butts. Unscooped poop of mutts long gone, mute testament to master’s unneighbourly neglect – round rabbit calling turds, the tumbled mounds of crap exhume with swaths of cheery red buds writ large from Loblaws beneath the ruin of chewed up shrubbery. Lo! Here a brace of golden Avon sacks cling pale, unbeautiful under…
Categories: Modern life
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