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 here in Halifax to get on with that dream. So if it appears by the nature of my posts … 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 a 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.” Sitting in my office, I LOL’d, even … 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, and the new inhabitants assumed ownership. Though my seven years there were officially over, for another six days, I found myself crossing back and forth across the front lawn. In spite of all my planning, an unexpected event had opened a … More Homeless