by Sharon Cooke | Oct 13, 2012
My neighbour, Lloyd and I stood on the sidewalk outside our townhouses and watched a construction crew pour asphalt. Speed-bumps had arrived in our complex. The board had voted. This was to keep our children safe. “Another example that we cannot self-govern,” Lloyd...
by Sharon Cooke | Sep 20, 2012
We make our way around the ring – our transition from a trot into a cantor is pure ease. In perfect rhythm, we are one. I was frightened of making a mistake, but we are doing it right. Kay Jay, my mount, a pure bred Morgan is much older than I and certainly more...
by Sharon Cooke | Jul 19, 2012
Sam scampers through the playground and I hear him chanting a rhyme of some sort. He’s happy so I leave him to his adventure of climbing and sliding, running, swinging – dinging in dirt and the constant assertion when I come closer than he needs, “I can do it myself.”...
by Sharon Cooke | Jun 14, 2012
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, Shakespeare (Jacques; As You Like It, Act 2) The word family comes from Latin, familia – Servants of a...
by Sharon Cooke | May 10, 2012
Motherhood – before you are even eligible to wear the title; you have ideas, aspirations, dreams, plans of how it will be, how you will be – this wonderful mother, in the land of Motherhood. Your children will adore you, your family will be happy, full of scrapbook...
