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
12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. No matter how you slice it, what a difference a year can make. … More Karalee of fixed address
Before you read… This is a tale from my early 20s. I especially wanted to write it, if only to get it on paper for my sons to read to their grandkids, a little tale of their crazy great-grandmother from when she was young. The story may wend its way into my book, but if so, it … More Book Excerpt: Larry the Lawman
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
“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” – Joseph Addison Love. I need to talk about love, an integral element in Joseph Addison’s triumvirate. But I need to talk about a particular, certain kind of love. I’ve never been politically correct, so … More Part 3: The Kiss
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
Saying goodbye is never easy. And saying goodbye to my father, well, it’s complicated. … More Complicated goodbye, to a father.
Just another beautiful piece of heaven, found on the beach at McNabs Island. Believe it or not, it was almost a year ago that I packed my bags and headed to Halifax for a new life. The week I was to leave Waterloo, my brother Brent and his partner, Agnes, had me over for dinner. After we’d eaten, … More Letter to you, my readers.
Getting to the bottom of a coincidence sometimes means putting on your thinking cap. Mine was a bit rusty. … More What could be in a name, anyway?