Melissa Hardy-TrevennanC’sRetirement No nos: more snow, guns and buttholesThe other night, while doing the dogs’ Last Pee, I commented on the night sky. On a clear night Port Stanley’s skies are star-studded. It’s…Apr 16, 2016Apr 16, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaMy father’s letter. To my dog.While rifling through some archival, dog-related papers (certificates of vaccination, vet bills, pet insurance, etc.), I happened upon a…Apr 9, 2016Apr 9, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaSo this happenedFour years ago my husband and I moved from a condo in London, Ontario to Port Stanley, a little community perched on the north shore of…Apr 4, 2016Apr 4, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaHillary’s OK. Stop bashing her.I am a piss poor excuse for a feminist. When at age 17 my first novel was published by Viking Press, I was thrilled that the media…Apr 2, 2016Apr 2, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaRuminations on posterityI stepped away from center stage some time ago, ceding the spotlight to my children and, with it, the drama attendant in staring in one’s…Mar 16, 2016Mar 16, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaWhy I became a Catholic . . . temporarilyI converted to Catholicism in my senior year at University, taking Catechism with a Jesuit professor. It was the South in the early 1970’s…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
Melissa Hardy-TrevennaHer for KingI feel an overpowering urge to write about something I should really steer clear of in the current, overheated political environment and my…Mar 12, 2016Mar 12, 2016
