Vigils and sunshine palettes.
Just when I thought the Halifax romance was over forever, round it came again. And here I am, happy for it. … More Vigils and sunshine palettes.
Just when I thought the Halifax romance was over forever, round it came again. And here I am, happy for it. … More Vigils and sunshine palettes.
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.
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)
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
Oh, the adventures a plain old Wednesday can bring. The magic is everywhere. Work was never quite this much interesting back home. … More The Sheepdogs and me, on a Wednesday afternoon
Expect the unexpected I say, even in a library. What happens inside them is morphing with the times, and so am I. … More A day of new normal
My teeny subterranean flat in Halifax’s North End neighbourhood might be a lot more than just a place to live. … More Another day in paradise
A phone call is still the quickest way back when you’re far from home. Magic lives at the other end of the ring. … More Figuring out home
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.