A soft morning rain has left the island damp. The water is dark, murky green, its surface still and impenetrable – a mask reflecting the dull, grey sky.…
The lake is calm and still in the cold morning air. The warm muggy days of August are gone and September brings fall to our island early this…
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…
This month I asked our columnists to write a few lines about the most romantic thing they have done in the last few years. Many of them had…
This morning I lay in bed in that not quite awake state, with my eyes shut but listening to the birds chattering outside. The light changed ever so…
It is Saturday evening just before dusk. My study windows are open and I can hear children playing in the yard two doors down. A lone kid on…
November 26, 2008 The sun is shining and once again, from my table in the boathouse, I can watch it dance and sparkle on the lake. The water…
November 27, 2008 There is a thunderstorm shaking the cottage. It’s the end of a long summer here. In the last few days we’ve said goodbye to each…
November 27, 2008 I’ve placed my writing desk in an alcove of windows on the third floor of our new home. The view from my window is filled…
November 27, 2008 The concert in Hamilton ended early, the bar was crowded and the group I was with were loud and boisterous. I was tired after a…