The pictured scenic ‘Sea-to-Sky’ Highway with ocean vistas, soaring mountains and dramatic waterfalls is the main transportation link between the city of Vancouver Canada and the popular ski resort town of Whistler. Locally it was known as the ‘killer highway’ due to its history of accidents caused by driver negligence, landslides and rockslides. It became... Continue Reading →
Dearest Sister,
This week’s (April 13 2016) Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge is hosted by fellow Rough Writer Lisa Reiter at Sharing the Story. Lisa’s prompt, in 99 words (no more, no less) was to write about offering to help someone. I find that for the most part, kindness begets gratitude, a letter tells a story, and... Continue Reading →
Chocolate Cake
Charli Mills opened her March 16th 2016 Flash Fiction Challenge with the following introduction, “Today is a cake kind of day. Go on, grab a fork and savor a bite. Settle in for a story.” And what a delicious story it was! This week the Congress of Writers is celebrating the 99th Flash Fiction Challenge... Continue Reading →
Books-On-The-Go are still Running
I grew up in what was considered a suburb of Toronto, Canada. We lived in a small pocket of homes that were surrounded by open fields. Strip malls with grocery store anchors served the community. A brand new school was built. I remember when it opened – one wing was still under construction; the washrooms... Continue Reading →
Horse Sense and the Magic of Spring
My world is becoming beautiful with miracles of resurrection and new growth. There are sweet, fresh blossoms popping up everywhere. Red and green leaf buds have formed on tree limbs and are ready to burst open. Daffodils are smiling in the sun, whispering, “It’s Spring!” to everyone who will listen. I feel like a restless... Continue Reading →
The Woodlot’s Gift of Peace
I walk along the well-worn path Silently among the trees. Calmness settles in my heart As I listen to the branches Whisper in the breeze. There in the distance stands the doe - Stately, still, and head held high. A mother’s protective stance While her fawns linger in the brush nearby. The weathered tree trunk... Continue Reading →
