Category: The Last Word

By Louise Sproule [email protected] Good help is hard to find. But when you find it, what a difference it can make in your day. Or your life. I had to acknowledge that it lightened my workload considerably by hiring a like-minded gardener to help me get my front, side and back yard into shape. Until […]

I must go down to the fields again. That phrase may trigger the memory of John Masefield’s poem, called Sea Fever. It begins thus: “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky.” That was a poem that we studied in elementary school; the cadence and words were simple, […]

I  was upstairs, cleaning, when I heard a sound behind me. A kind of rustling. I turned to look and there, looking out at me from behind the glass door of my airtight wood stove, was a bird. An unhappy bird. Perhaps as unhappy as me upon finding a beady-eyed bird staring out at me. […]

We all have a place we call home. Some of us still go home to visit our parents, where everything from the street to our room and the food we are served is oh, so familiar. But the pages of the book of life turn. Sometimes family homes are sold and people move on. Then, […]

Nothing irks me more than when someone prefaces a statement with: ‘The reality is . . .’ Under my breath, I am thinking, ‘Yes, your reality . . . .’ Each of us thinks that we see through to the heart of an issue. Our view is that we have looked at something, assessed it […]