LYNN M. DAVIS

As the year draws to a close, I find myself looking both backward and ahead. Late December carries the promise of a clean slate, a tabula rasa, as we close out the old year and move toward a new one. And yet, if you’ve lived long enough, you know there is no such thing as blank . Every breath carries memory. Every moment is shaped by what came before. We cannot help but arrive here marked. This threshold coincides with the Winter Solstice, what Margaret Atwood calls “a place

Evening Light Through a White Hydrangea I snapped this photo one beautiful summer evening. Simple. Still. Beautiful. Fleeting. I had no...

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we learn to care for ourselves, and one another. One significant way is through food. Consider...

I drove by a construction site the other day and saw an older gentleman watching a digger excavate the foundation for a new apartment...

Thanks to blankcalanderpages.com for the (free) image! My promise to myself at the beginning of the year—to post monthly—didn't happen...

photo credit @cynthiamoorephotography It all started with an idea: I wanted family photos. Life moves fast—and recent losses reminded me...

I have spring on my mind. I only wish it were in the air. It’s the end of March in Southwestern Ontario, and instead of birdsong and...

We all have it—the stuff that piles up, takes over, and somehow multiplies when we’re not looking. There are so many things that go into...

Each new year offers a clean slate, brimming with aspirations—big or small. Yet, how often do we find our resolve waning as life sets in?...

Many will know that I have a love of fashion and decorating. So, when my daughter, Nicole and her dear friend, Stephanie started a...

Two weeks ago I received my first rejection email in response to a submission I made to a potential agent. I was ecstatic! How is this a...

I recall seeing such signs in shop windows, as we travelled through small towns on our way to the cottage, when I was a kid. Over time,...

Everyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of your art, Craig. Over the time that I have known you, the subject matter of your work...

When my grandparent’s property sold back in 1995, I dug up my grandmother’s peony and planted it in my own garden - a reminder of a woman...

I remember the first time I read a few pages of my work out loud. I was in front of a class of fellow fledgling authors, all enrolled in...