Christmas. It’s easy as a kid and then it gets hard as an adult and then, wonder of wonders, on the flip side of 55, it starts to get easy all over again. … More A Superbad Christmas
Three years ago, I fell in love with the Atlantic. I jiggered my my life around to live by the sea and since being here, Nova Scotia has pulled me in deeper. Lately, though, I hear Ontario calling. … More A love story, wild cranberries and streetlights.
There are no right ways to say goodbye. But sometimes, if we’re lucky, we manage to figure out how we need to do it. … More The unexpected expected.
It just wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t share the bad with the good. Get ready to feel really good about wherever your life is at the moment by having an close up and personal peek into my cluster *uck summer. … More My summer of discontent.
Me and Waterloo. We were together almost forty-five years. I’ve been hanging on since I left going on two years now. Time to face the music and figure out if I am ready to crawl under the covers with Halifax. … More I’m ready to talk about…
Malcolm Gladwell sure can write, but did you know he can act? I’m not saying I intend to take the credit for discovering this, but I’m not saying I won’t either. … More Dear Malcolm Gladwell (and me)
Am I fated to a life of the best laid plans? So be it if it means at 55 I am still having adventures. … More Karalee of no fixed Christmas
Welcome to my latest approach to middle-aged living. It comes with a couple of 20-something roomies. … More My 20-something epoch…
I’m back! No, I’m still here. But back having adventures as a 55-year old runaway. … More My crazy life.
One year later, I must say goodbye to The Cave. I will neither forget it nor all that it taught me about home. … More Good bye to The Cave