by Sharon Cooke | Jun 11, 2018
Runners on, that don’t run — but they do power walk and I’m out the door. On the way to Rockway Gardens to enjoy the tulips. I arrive and something is terribly wrong. Where are my Monet pallets of colour? Am I seeing things? All I see are overturned beds of earth....
by Sharon Cooke | May 9, 2018
When someone posts something on Facebook and I choose to share it, in the space that gives you the opportunity to, “Say Something About This.” I usually write, “Take the Time” and then click Post. I recently went to view the film “Indian Horse.” During the film there...
by Sharon Cooke | Apr 4, 2018
This subject was not my plan for today. But… something happened and here it is. Yesterday I was in my iCloud account — why I have no idea, I hardly ever go there. Some evil energy descended on me. A weird message came up and prompted me to change my password. I did....
by Sharon Cooke | Mar 26, 2018
He walk’s back and forth waiting, waiting to hear the one thing, the one more thing that will be that moment that validates his need to pounce and begin the attack. It’s not the one thing that is the source of the attack, it is what’s been brewing inside for days,...
by Sharon Cooke | Mar 15, 2018
In the 1999 film, The Name of The Game, the character Bill Chapel, stands on the pitchers mound and before he throws the first pitch, inside he announces to himself, “Clear the Mechanism.” Everything inside him goes silent, he is absent of distraction, he is present...
