by Sharon Cooke | Jul 28, 2019
I have this noise in my car. Not always. There is a certain pattern and then there isn’t. I took it to my mechanic Jorge, who is amazing and we did a test drive. Of course; nothing! He tells me to tape the noise. “Okay,” I reply, I can do this. Not easy, when the...
by Sharon Cooke | Dec 27, 2018
Christmas Eve morning and I’ve set off to begin my day. I’d planned to stop at a City Cafe for wood fired bagels. Just three, as a treat (along with the many other treats) for over the holidays. I open the door to the bakery and the place is crammed with bodies. I...
by Sharon Cooke | Aug 6, 2018
I’m driving on a street in the city. Today there has been some construction, which wasn’t there the last time I traveled in this direction. But it’s the city and it’s summer and what is one way today isn’t necessarily the same way tomorrow. I’m following two SUV’s. I...
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 | 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 | Dec 25, 2017
There are times when I feel a Sarah Jessica Parker character and I are kindred spirits. Don’t be alarmed, I’m not talking Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in The City, we all know that would be an elaborate fantasy. This is more Meredith Morton from the 2005 film, The Family...
