The Green Book Are We There Yet

“I hope this isn’t a sundown town.” She whispered quietly to him.  Their hands rested together between them on the Caribbean blue vinyl front seat of their brand new 1958 Packard. Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand tensely as she spoke. The road ahead was dark. He lifted his hand away to rub…

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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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Uli’s Stairs a Handmade Dream

I don’t know Uli.  I’ve never met him, though I wish I could.  I have walked his stairs down the Niagara Escarpment in Hamilton, and his story fascinates me.  There are plenty of stories surrounding Uli’s stairs.  His name, Ulrich shortened, is sometimes not remembered, just the way he likes it.  The lady I met…

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Old Fort Erie Niagara Ontario

On the Canadian shores of the magnificent Niagara River, which connects Lake Erie and Lake Ontario, stands an old fort that has a long history of protection and preservation. This is Old Fort Erie, sometimes referred to for student education and in historical journals as Fort Erie National Historic Site of Canada. Forts are often…

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The Gardens at Villa Le Corti Chianti Tuscany

This narrow door beyond the lavender was an inviting focal point for me in the garden at Villa Le Corti, the residence of the Principe Corsini and his family in Chianti Tuscany. The 230 acres of the estate set in the Tuscan landscape is splendid, but this garden door set in an ancient stone wall…

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Thursday Doors in Florence Italy

The doors all over Florence, Italy are enormous heavy wooden doors that grace the façade of buildings and lead to fabulous courtyards tucked away from the bustle of the city. This magnificent door is on Lungarno Torrigiani which runs along the Arno river.  This river that runs through Florence separates the neighbourhoods geographically, but the…

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Badia a Passignano: Eat, Stay, Dream, in Tuscany

I sat alone in a white wicker chair in the backyard of an ancient abbey overlooking the Tuscan hillside. There wasn’t a soul around.  I swallowed. The kind of repetitive swallow that indicates a looming sore throat.  Is it really sore?  Will it get worse?  I swallowed.  Here I was on my third day of…

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