Women

Like a river I run Wild and Free Reflecting the sky Seeking my destiny Sometimes calm Sometimes raging beneath That power is mine and must be released The rocks and boulders Can’t hold me now I tumble I fall But I’ve made it somehow I am woman This river is me Flowing together We become…

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Chateau Timberlay Bordeaux The Story

The Mercedes moves deftly, silently alongside the Garonne River. Claude rolls down the window that separates driver and passenger and asks if I would like another glass of wine. I’d like to, but I just reapplied my red velvet lipstick, the colour of the sensual residue in my glass. And with a tilt of my…

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We’re Moving Out: Friday Fictioneers

It wasn’t easy, but Jenna and Steve somehow managed.  School all day, working evenings. She a waitress.  Him delivering Amazon packages.  83 year old Jim was her regular customer and neighbour. Every evening as Jenna busily waited tables, she’d always spend some time with Jim.  They learned the hardships and joyful stories of each others…

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Haunted Bertie Hall and the Underground Railroad in Niagara

On the corner of Phipps St. and Niagara Blvd in Fort Erie stands a Greek Revival mansion named Bertie Hall. A legendary Niagara home with a long history, Bertie Hall was a safe house to slaves escaping into Canada via the Underground Railroad.  The house has seen many lives pass through its doors and tales…

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What Do You See

It’s that time of year when winter seems to be dragging on. Add to the ice, snow and cold, the misery of this pandemic, and life may seem as bleak as the grey salted asphalt roads. Out for a walk the other day I saw a ditch. A ditch? You ask laughingly. She’s going to…

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The Story of Josiah Henson and His Escape to Niagara

Josiah Henson was a black man born into slavery in Maryland, USA on June 15, 1789.  He is a popular figure in Niagara history and the history of the Underground Railroad to Freedom.  His journey to Niagara was long and arduous and included unimaginable experiences that he circumvented and conquered. In his narrated autobiography which…

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Believe Everything you Read: Friday Fictioneers

“Have you seen my pills?” “They’re on the desk.” Dorothy said pointing. “Where on the desk?” “There beside the things!” “What things?” “The things I tidied up, in the corner.  Don’t make a mess.” Cecil ambled over, feeling around with his thin wrinkled hands.  At 92 he was slower than Dorothy, but as sharp as…

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Hope: Friday Fictioneers

Hail pelted the windows. Large golf balls, smashing glass, denting vehicles, turning the streets to an icy wasteland with shards pointing skyward. Some ran inside to burrow, wondering when the misery would end.  Some battled, thinking their path out of the melee was the only one.  Some brave souls weathered the storm, picked up the…

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Gone But Never Forgotten

I’d been driving for hours. My brain and body aching for sleep.  Searching, searching, for anyone.  For any human life. But I am surrounded only by dirt and trees on these broken roads. The rusty door of my pickup truck creaks as I push it open to stand on the dry soil at the end…

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Coutada Velha 2018

Imagine walking through a vineyard in Alentejo. Imagine the breeze gently rustling the vines, green and full as they grow in the Portugese sunshine. Rows upon rows of vineyards drinking in the sun and the softness of the summer breeze. In the distance the winemaker checks the grapes, are they ready? He wonders to himself.…

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This Wine Needs a Label

Abilio pulled the leaves off the vine giving the grapes space to breathe.  He checked each cluster with a precise eye, imagining the wine that would come of his labour.  His hands, dirty and dark from digging at the dirt, checking the root stocks, and testing the grapes between his fingers, waved excitedly as he…

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The Man Who Knew Infinity: Friday Fictioneers

Srinavasa’s pencil moved quickly across his paper.  He worked briskly, rushed, with urgency, trying to get the thoughts out, and the numbers out of his head.  Calculating, desperately searching for the answer, moving in circles around his desk covered with papers.  Rubbing his chin, eyes to the ceiling, the electricity of his thinking palpable in…

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Bienvenidos: Friday Fictioneers

Simone was in awe. Her head swiveled in every direction trying desperately to take it in.  The flowing white curtains, the sun, the sand, the immense pieces of art on the wall reflecting on the highly polished marble floors. She walked through the gargantuan lobby mesmerized by the view of the Caribbean beyond.  Azure waters…

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Niagara Winery Red Wines for your Holiday Table

Here are some great suggestions for red wines for your holiday table that will get you in the Christmas spirit. All are VQA wines that I have personally tasted and are sure to please. These wines are sure to amplify your holiday memories and we certainly need some amplification this year. I’ve posted this as…

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The Daily Escape: Friday Fictioneers

Felicity wrung her wrinkled hands as she peered through the upstairs window.  Every afternoon as the sun went behind the house the shadow of the chimney glared at her like a sentinel, ensuring she remained locked inside. It had been fifty long years.  How would they know she had been beautiful before this merciless pandemic…

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