Lola and Pelee Island Ruggles Run

Lola walked along the shoreline, the ferry in the distance had left the dock about 20 minutes before.  She had said her goodbyes and headed back to the cottage with plans to sit in the sunshine with a glass of wine and a good book.  This would be the salve this afternoon.  Goodbyes are always…

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American Dream: Friday Fictioneers

Manuel looked out over the water with thoughts of his father flipping through his head like a rolodex of memories.  Pedro had taken the bold step of courageously sailing across these waters, leaving everything he knew and loved behind.  He did it in hopes of a better life and for one day raising an Americano…

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Chilean Wine: Take the Quiz

Take a free and fun quiz to test your knowledge on Chilean Wines. Just 8 questions will help you learn the basics of the wines from this beautiful country and its amazing wine regions. When you’re done read my story about a Chilean Wine here. To Learn more about Chilean Wine you may choose to…

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Cono Sur Colchagua Heaven in Chile

Imagine riding a bicycle through the miles and miles of vineyards in Chile.  You may find yourself in the Colchagua Valley, a wine sub region in central Chile.  The bicycle on the label brought great visions of a gentle excursion.  A long stick of bread, some Chanco (Chilean cheese) and a bottle of Cono Sur’s…

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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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