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
Though life in Waterloo moves on without me, it always seems to make room to let me back in, and then some. … More Home again
The boys are back in town! Four 23 year old six+ footers squeeze into the Halifax cave. For a week. Hello fun. … More Girl living in boyland, redux.
Never a dull moment here. Is it me or is it this place? I have yet to figure it out… … More Great balls of fire!
I’m working on figuring out where home is, and it’s complicated. … More Back from away…
Meet three family matriarchs who will blow your socks off… Oma, Vavo and Ester. … More Meet… the grays
Finally… my first fix up in years, decades maybe. Onward in my new life as Haligonian and runaway with no fixed address. … More Back away slowly. Speak Softly. Use small words.
The first few weeks after I ran away from home to Halifax, Nova Scotia, and readjusted to teensy sizes. … More Dear Diary
Last week, the sale of my home at 344 Pommel Gate Crescent was finalized. In spite of careful planning, a six-day gap between the house closing and me relocating to Halifax had left me homeless. My next door neighbour offered up temporary lodgings. I hauled my suitcase to 342 Pommel Gate Crescent, seven years of occupancy at 344 officially … More Homeless