Memories

Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle — My precious — books; things. Hands off! After downsizing two years ago, I had the arduous task of sorting through several shelves of books. It was not easy to cull them; I’m not a hoarder, so the ones I already had were already somewhat precious, but they needed to be diminished in volume significantly. …

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!” — We all have teachers that had a significant impact on our lives, sometimes as early as elementary school but more often in high school. I was fortunate to have two such teachers, one of whom taught physics and chemistry and was a complete wild man. His exploits require more than…

Meeting my friends from high school after 30 years — I graduated from Grade 13 in 1987. St. Peter’s High School officially closed its doors on Reid Street in Peterborough, Ontario, and reopened at a new location in 1992. I lamented that I never received an invitation to say goodbye to the old building. But worse than that, we never…

Weekly Newsletter From “A Taste For Life” Celebrating Stories Contributions Related To Writing Prompts — 28th June 2022. — Greetings from the United Kingdom. I have enjoyed my holiday thus far and am relaxing with family and friends. A big thank you to everyone for the stories they submitted to A Taste for Life last week. I enjoyed reading your stories. Below are links to stories inspired by last…

Weekend Writing Prompt Response: Prompt 5: “A Love Letter” — Dear Fiesta, How are you? I haven’t heard from you for over twenty years. Do you remember the day before you were sold (or abandoned)? After I polished you brightly as I used to do, I circled you several times, and you were so clean and shining. …

I prefer to capture the light — June 27th: Do you keep a diary or journal? Why, or why not? The idea of keeping a daily journal is met with a sense of resistance. Let me explain. I kept a diary when I was a teenager and I continued to write in it sporadically in my early twenties. I don’t have them anymore. I burnt them one evening, sitting next…