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.
This is where it all happens… If you’d like to listen to this post, click ‘play’ right above… I haven’t said much about this for a while… the dream. Anyone remember that I’m writing a book? I’m in Halifax to get on with that dream. So if it appears by the nature of my posts that … More Oh yah… the dream…
Meet three family matriarchs who will blow your socks off… Oma, Vavo and Ester. … More Meet… the grays
Just over two years ago, a mid-day email with the peculiar subject line 23 bananas popped into my Inbox. I double-clicked. “… so far. My first edict as your friend is to tell you to stop buying bananas. You are henceforth only allowed to purchase one banana at a time.” LOL. The note was from my BFF, Leslie, who … More 23 bananas
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.
They tell me “Winter is coming.” It’s only August, but I say, Bring it on! … More Winter is coming
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