Farewell Jacques*, and Thank You…

Grapes of Wrath

“Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything”

Gerry Raferty, Baker Street

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

Twiggy

I remember the first time my mother made lasagne, back in the mid seventies. Continue reading “Looks Can Be Deceiving”

The Gentle Folk

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(Creeps: Carrefour internationale de théatre à Québec)

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Swimming Hole, Part One

I live in the country. In the hot summer months, while there are not lot of municipal swimming pools, there are countless swimming holes if you have the time and the patience to go exploring a bit. My husband loves the water and he rarely misses an opportunity to go for a swim. Our dog is an active and enthusiastic participant in every venture. Continue reading “Swimming Hole, Part One”

Woman in Coffee Shop

She looks to about sixty years of age. She is a big woman. Her hair is short; going-on-white; a stylish but no-nonsense cut. She is wearing black tights and a long, body-hugging sweater that sinks in at the waist and flares out to unapologetically hug her ample hips. Continue reading “Woman in Coffee Shop”