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
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?
I’m closing in on a year in Halifax, and sometimes, the frightful googglies still slip in. Luckily, though, they never last. … More Real life
Monday… She-bang. What a different a day makes. On Monday, my Cave exploded with 2 sons (Warren returning home and Cary arriving for visit) + 1 girlfriend (Myra + additional bonus, 1 Waterloo friend, Susan, who happened to have a conference in Halifax this week. Woo hoo! After a rotter week that included icky weather, … More Forgive me readers, for I have sinned.
There is never an easy way to say goodbye to a family member. Farewell Bella Clerk Jones. You will be missed. … More Farewell, sweet Bella. 2000 – 2016
Aw geez. No one’s written the What to Expect Birth book, 23+ years post delivery. I think that might be my job. … More What to expect, when you’re not expecting.
Halifax, Nova Scotia I’ve been torn between two lovers before, only I was in grade eleven, and neither was actually a lover. One was an athlete and the other a popular, cool-crowd kinda guy. Each vied for my affections with fitting teenage motivators—cuteness, driver’s license and cheesy affirmations of undying love. Quite the angst-charged dilemma. … More Torn between two lovers