Pretty zinnia, not fully in bloom. I’ve been treasuring the fall flowers while they last! My garden in Windsor, Ontario. © Rita Jacques 2018.
Tag: music
Their Shoes #50
Tony bought his shoes at Sports Direct, a discount clothing store in the United Kingdom. What is your biggest struggle with poverty on a daily basis? “It’s boredom. It’s hard not to have something to do or places to go. It’s nice to have somewhere to stay and get clean—shower—and where you don’t have to… Continue reading Their Shoes #50
Whip It!
Senior citizens rocking to Devo? Why, yes! There was something different about the morning aqua fitness class. I sensed it from the moment I strolled from the change room to the pool’s edge. Lap swimmers like myself shared the pool with the middle-aged and senior crowd. I, apparently, was in the quieter group. Depending on… Continue reading Whip It!
On Being Serenaded
Every woman should date a musician at least once. Just to see what it’s like to be with an artsy type of guy. I did just that in my first year of university. I was studying math and sciences. Calculus and statistics and biology and physics labs. Rick was a blue-eyed, blond-haired guitarist studying communications.… Continue reading On Being Serenaded
Their Shoes #11
Frenchy’s shoes were donated to him by a local shelter. What is your biggest struggle with poverty on a daily basis? “Shelter. I’ve been trying to find a bachelor or one bedroom apartment for months. Right now, I’m staying with a friend. But, he’s “on drugs”. The environment’s not good for me. I’m not welcomed… Continue reading Their Shoes #11
Ode to Joy
Musical memory…is there such a thing? I’ve heard of muscle memory. How a person can hop on a bicycle despite any recent pedaling and still take a spin as if they rode yesterday. A couple of years ago, my hubby bought me an electric piano or keyboard. I don’t know what you call it; I… Continue reading Ode to Joy
Music of Angels
Julianna, the mother of twin blind girls, again sat in the pew in front of me. But, the girls weren’t with her. I was early for mass. After some time passed, the mother rose from her seat, and moved. That’s when I noticed the two daughters, sitting in a pew closest to the choir. Julianna… Continue reading Music of Angels
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