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.
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.
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
Two posts away from a full year in my adopted home, some handy facts for others contemplating a runaway of their own. … More FAQs on running away
Monday afternoon… Barely a few hours after my return to Halifax from Ontario, an email arrives in my Inbox. It’s from Donna Morrissey, and the complete message is captured in the two-word subject line: “you home???” I laugh out loud, because geez, I love her emails. Short and concise, the last round we’d shared was a fix-up … More Halifax Dreaming