Barking Mad

I’m going to pour a glass of wine and put my headphones on.

Numbers Game

The Numbers Game hosted by Judy Dkystra-Brown is currently featuring the number 123. Participants are invited to search their photo files for this number and share the findings with a link to their blog. It’s an entertaining way to engage and discover new features like the search function for photos.

Goodnight 2023

There are people in this world who have the innate gift of being able to knit strangers together, to create a caring and inclusive group of humans and give us a sense of belonging.

Arctic Diamonds

Nose Hill Park – shimmering in the icy glow of the winter sun.

Double Trouble

“This is bad” she muttered to herself, leaning over the sink and staring at a particularly large glob that was slowly descending down the mirror.

Mohawk

Word of the day from Ragtag Daily Press – Mohawk… I immediately flash to the fun times at Punk Rock Bowling in Las Vegas.

A fabulous outdoor music festival and yes, you can bowl.

McLean Creek

The sun had started to drop behind the trees and some light cloud-cover was moving in by the time we got back to the site so a fire was in order, we’d had temperatures ranging from about +3 to +7 degrees celsius throughout the day but were expecting a low of close to -5 C overnight.

Chapter Fifteen

“Okay, what do we know for sure? The Imps are connected to Mollusk Beach, they have at least four of the binding rings, Lucinda might be alive, and involved, and Paula is probably her daughter,” ticking items off on each finger, “what else?”

Chapter Fourteen

Lucinda paced the room, from stone wall to stone wall, periodically peering through the wavy glass covering the narrow windows, her footsteps muffled by the wall to wall Persian rug.

Hearing the lower door slam and the sound of someone running up the stone stairs she moved to stand in the centre of the room, face expressionless, shoulders back, the energy around her crackled with anticipation.

Chapter Thirteen

Seated in the back booth at Mulligans Tavern and Grill, surrounded by the low hum of conversation and mellow 80’s rock coming from the speakers, the mouth-watering scent of hot wings and fries in the air and drinks on the table.