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I wrote my old lover a letterBecause I was feeling true blueAnd I guess it made him feel betterWhen he burned it for something to doI’m glad my letter had meaningHe used the fire to light up his smokeBecause I’d hate to think it’s demeaningCanada Post is making me broke True love can make you go crazyI know because it happened to meTrue love can make your thoughts hazyI know because it happened…

Just for a moment, I felt lonelyJust for a moment, I felt fearJust for a moment, Then I rememberedJesus, You’re standing here His loving hand touches my heart.His loving arms surround meHis loving breath heals my soulHis loving gift gave life to me Just for a moment, I had fallenJust for a moment, I gave in to sinJust for a moment, then I rememberedThat I belong to Him His loving hand touches…

My hot pepper jelly

A tiny jar of hot pepper jelly.

Have you ever wanted to make hot pepper jelly?

I did, and so I did just that today!

A scorching red pepper from my garden along with green, yellow and orange sweet peppers from the grocery store.

Not altogether homegrown, but close enough for me. Perhaps next year I’ll grow some sweet peppers.

Two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, 4 cups of sugar, one packet of…

Trying to be neighbourly

Am I stressed right now? Heck YES. I am in Amherstburg at our little house, adding the finishing touches to our financial report. We hope to mail it out on Wednesday. My brother runs into the house, yelling, “Call 911 somebody just cut his hand off!” I was horrified thinking my brother meant my husband, and in his anxiety couldn’t say who the injured party was. It is not my husband. I thank God…

A large crucifix was donated to our Street Help Homeless Centre of Windsor. We attached it to the doorway leading from our dining room to the kitchen. Some folks commented it was a rather crude depiction of Christ but, I felt it was folk-arty and deserved to stay in place.

He has arisen!

I had not paid attention to detail and had I done so I would have noticed there was no door stopper. It was…

The disco ball from my days of disco-dancing at the Olympia Disco in Windsor, Ontario during 1978-1980.

This is a photo of the original disco ball that hung in the bar I danced at during 1978 – 1980! How I acquired this treasure is a great story.

Approximately 8 years ago I was able to rent the long-closed Olympia Disco bar for our Street Help Homeless Centre of Windsor. Charlie, who would later…

What’s in that jar?

As we sort through donations at Street Help Homeless Centre of Windsor, we occasionally marvel over some items. One of the donations boxes contained a glass jar with some type of strange dried fruit.

Petrified citrus, whole and broken showing petrified sections and amber resin.

On closer examination two of our volunteer cooks, Caron and Jolene determined the fruit was petrified oranges! The fruit…

From execration to rejuvenation

Feathers and down on a grey background. © Zora Zebic 2019

I do not suffer from execration, well not much! Here in town, there is a fellow; I shall not call a man for he does not fit the image the word ‘man’ brings to mind! I shall return his unwanted memory to the livery stable I imagined for him, as I am off to enjoy the rejuvenation of the shower!

I will lather, exfoliate and condition myself…

  Art & photo by Zora Zebic April 24, 2016

  © Zora Zebic 2018