WRITER PROFILE FOR RICHARD L. PROVENCHER
I was born and raised in the city of Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec, 500 miles North-West of Montreal, Canada. After living there 21 years our family moved to Toronto, a culture shock after coming from an isolated mining community.
+ more bio informationAn Everyday Hero The woman I married 33 years ago is Esther, my hero and best friend. She has endured much in her life, and is like a comfortable teddy bear, soothing and caring, for others and myself. Our four children are grown but her energy level is still far reaching. Her patience and love nursed me through a stroke in ... More..
HELP ME SAY, NO MORE FOOD Listen to the sounds of a satisfying supper. Slurping soup, gobbling fried chicken, absorbing the aroma of food land ecstasy. Lips moist with satisfaction, tummies accepting this feast of pleasure. Another night of friendship gathered in our apartment; my wife and I, hostess and host for our bi-mont... More..
A DAY WE REMEMBER "I bet you'd like to go deep sea fishing," I said, passing Matt a hamburger. The noon sky was the color of robin-egg blue. And seagull "ERK-ERK" sounds were loud in their searching for snacks. "What's that again?" my grandson asked. "Imagine being in a fishing boat, miles out in the ocean," I said. "Maybe I... More..
THE WOMAN I KNOW From the ages of eight to twelve, in the nineteen-forties and early fifties boys never acknowledged girls could throw a rock as far or run faster. As a teenager, aside from obvious physical differences, I also did notice something quite different about ladies in our town of Rouyn, Quebec. So many mothers see... More..
The woods are alive with rain-drenched leaves. They soften my steps on today's hiking trail. And I can be a nature voyeur with my camera and binoculars. Got up early, washed, then drove down a quiet Alberta road, composed of oil blending with rock, like a black snake humped in a straight line far ahead. Parked, got out. Shou... More..
October Journey is a wind of festivity, maple leaves clinging desperately during Autumn's ritual countless curlicues descending as a flotilla of curled-up edges. Orange, reddish-hue and yellow tinges tumble from lofty spires to historic journeys below, a leafy dance, in one last trembling fling. More..
GOODNESS IS MY NAME One day, a stranger stepped carefully off the highway. Then climbed down the rocky embankment. He crossed into a beautiful green valley that surrounded Truro, Nova Scotia. His cane added strength to a sore leg. There were no bugles playing. Neither was there a crowd of people to cheer his arrival. But he ... More..
DADDY IS A PREACHER It's cool when I talk to my Grandpa. Like right now. He lives on the other side of the street. And he's on my paper route. I have eighteen customers. Sometimes on Collection Day he gives me a great big tip. Two dollars. I call that a really super tip. Today I feel down in the dumps. That's a pretty big th... More..
STROLLING THROUGH PARADISE Walking in Truro, Nova Scotia is more like meeting a feast of personalities. Angels are definitely around us. And they come in the form of laughter and smiles from people often missed as they gather in little towns such as this. As others hurry to work, Angels in Paradise may be overlooked. A slowe... More..
I DID IT I did it. Finally got the FOR SALE sign up. Talked it over quickly with my wife, she agreed. Whew. Actually it took three days of coaxing. Thought I put my finger in the socket for rushing things. My job phased out, sad, after twelve years. Time to move on. Thought I'd like to move across the country. Far away from ... More..
Richard Provencher
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