A friend told me about his trip to the U.S. this week. He was surprised by the change of attitude in people. From his hotel clerk to the…
The lake is quiet now that all the cottagers have gone home after the summer. The morning air is warm and heavy, as if the grey clouds that…
am you, at 36 years of age. I am writing this letter to you because time seems to be passing so quickly and I want you to remember…
I can’t remember when I first got the idea into my head that I was going to change the world, but I’ve always believed that by doing good…
The sunlight streams in my window, reflecting off the polished wood floor. It fills my bedroom with so much light it’s impossible to sleep. Last night’s snow storm…
Why publish a “Women’s” newspaper? I get asked this question frequently. ^The Women’s Post~ was not created to exclude men, it wasn’t created as a political soapbox for…
The rain patters gently on the boathouse roof. Below me I can hear the boats bumping against the dock, pulling at their ropes as the waves toss them…
My goal for The Women’s Postis to become the best newspaper for women in North America within the next 10 years. The key to achieving this is to deliver…
It’s another hot and muggy day at the cottage. We took the week off and have spent the past few days working on different projects – weeding the…
When I think of August I think of blue skies, hot lazy days and puffy white clouds; of monarch butterflies and fields of Queen Ann’s lace; of storm…
