Author Archives: Peggy Pilkey
The Yellow House (Weekly Photo Challenge: Yellow)
I had written about this yellow house for a post in January of 2014 entitled Remedies for Winter Blues, and this is the second time I’ve been unable to dismiss an earlier Weekly Photo Challenge from my mind, succumbing, at … Continue reading
Gone, But Not Forgotten (Weekly Photo Challenge)
This photograph was taken a decade or so ago, before it became necessary for Betty–my mom–to move to a senior’s care residence, and before our beloved pet “Bud” passed away from complications of hemophilia within two and a half years of her death. This … Continue reading
The Face in the Window (Photo 101: Glass)
I was standing across the street from Flight of Fancy: Fine Art Hand Crafts in Bear River, Nova Scotia one summer afternoon a few years ago, when I had the uncomfortable feeling that my husband and I were being secretly spied upon by a stranger. Intuition, perhaps, made … Continue reading
Reflections 2: Self-Editing
These reflections of the mirror-image variety prompted me to consider those of a different nature, which I mused about on this site a few years ago. In an earlier post, I had described my delight in playing with words. … Continue reading
17 Words That Together, Speak Volumes
“Be / As a page that aches for a word / Which speaks on a theme that is timeless…” © 1973 Neil Diamond, Lyrics from the movie soundtrack Jonathan Livingston Seagull. So often, as writers, we struggle to fill … Continue reading
Remedies for Winter Blues
I’ve never particularly liked the winter season, and in fact, I’ve always been one of those people who dread its arrival every year as the daylight hours become fewer in number. Yet when I observe a duvet of pure white snow blanketing the … Continue reading
Reflections
I awoke this morning intending to write a reflection on a topic that is often in my thoughts, but try as I might, I was unable to find words that would adequately express what is in my heart: there are not … Continue reading
Solitude
Beside my computer, on my desk, sits a small, framed photograph of a child wearing a blue and white seersucker dress with smocked bodice, embroidered pink flowers shirring the fabric bracketed by puffy sleeves. How is it possible that I … Continue reading
Guyana Diaries
I have many wonderful memories of the fourteen months my husband Dennis and I lived in Guyana, and a few hair-raising ones, too. There was only one highway along the coast in 1967, and for the most part, it was … Continue reading
Peggy Pilkey 