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Peeps in Peril!…Continue
Added by Linda Seccaspina on April 4, 2015 at 8:13pm — No Comments
I write to attempt to expel new thoughts going through my brain. In essence, my life has so many ups and downs like everyone else it has become a real Mouse Trap Game. Sometimes I feel like I am playing the lead role as the mouse.
So why do I relate my life to a game of toys gone by? That is because every single one of us remembers a favourite doll, game, or truck, that helped us through life. Toys are expensive, and these times money is not really growing on…Continue
Added by Linda Seccaspina on April 3, 2015 at 1:45pm — No Comments
There are magical things that dance about the fields and towns of Lanark County. No doubt there are tales to be told. I do not know who builds these fences throughout our county, but one day I hope to meet this magical artist. Each time I pass this house on the Appleton…Continue
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Yesterday I wrote about the Witches of Rochester Street. Most of that story was true, with the exception of Martha Stewart. As far as I know Martha's spatula has never hit the town lines. Last week however, I met the closest I will ever come to the pioneer sustainable…Continue
Added by Linda Seccaspina on April 2, 2015 at 4:21pm — No Comments
Memories of Eating Easter Candy and Cake
All photos of edibles are in the reach of your fingertips. Photographed at Independant Grocers and…Continue
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I used to intern for Elizabeth Coady, ex-producer of Oprah, for 10 months on a pop culture site she ran. She was a task master, but I will never forget her for the rest of my life. She taught me things I would have never learned in any professional writing course. Be clear, get the…Continue
Added by Linda Seccaspina on March 20, 2015 at 7:41pm — No Comments
Rural towns don't really specialize in Ethnic foods, unless it has the name sweet and sour attached to it. I have to admit before I hung out in Berkeley, California, my knowledge of Indian food was basically Samosas, or a cup of Chai. After my frequent trips to the iconic…
Added by Linda Seccaspina on March 19, 2015 at 8:55pm — No Comments
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Whenever we had a picnic near a lake as a child, we were told to never EVER go swimming for at least an hour or you were going to have cramps and die. Each time I heard that particular ridiculous information, all I wanted to…
Two years ago I wrote a story about a den of sin in a retirement community called The Villages in Florida. Some told me it was all hear-say, but the…Continue
I used to make fun of old people who wore large hats that drove like they were in charge of a float in a parade years ago. I never thought that I would become one of them—surely it would never happen to me. After I suffered a stroke a few years ago I did not drive for over a year as I…Continue
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My Gnomes in my Gnometown are silent this morning as I eat my breakfast. There never has been a smidgen of loud partying, nor hushed whispers of a revolution to escape the yard. Heather Andrews from Pulaski, Tenn. on the other hand, has a…Continue
Some people get away with murder. I on the other hand get away with nothing. Even when I am doing nothing, I seem to look suspicious to the higher-ups. In Grade 4 we were lined up one morning to go to our classroom and the girls in front of me were giggling loudly. Miss Wells…
At the beginning of last year, Canada was seen as a gold mine of opportunity for foreign retailers. Target's hotly anticipated launch was just months away, and retailers such as Nordstrom were announcing expansions north of the border. Target's rocky launch, and…
She had heard that if she built it they would come—but they did not. Each day she wove another fine line, but instead of cobwebs-- they slowly turned into cables. Would they eventually become chains around her ankles with nowhere to escape she wondered. No matter how hard she worked on her creation, bare…
This is Chapter 2 of a chapter fiction piece I am working on.. Chapter 1 might be a bit much..for some.
I lay on a cold padded table blinded by the overhead light waiting for the aesthetic torture to begin. I was…Continue