Musings on magic
I keep running into Dorothy’s red shoes. Did I fall asleep in Waterloo and wake up in Oz? … More Musings on magic
I keep running into Dorothy’s red shoes. Did I fall asleep in Waterloo and wake up in Oz? … More Musings on magic
You can take the boy out of Waterloo, but when his comes to Halifax, he brings everything that happened there with him. … More A pup returns to the cave
Oh, the adventures a plain old Wednesday can bring. The magic is everywhere. Work was never quite this much interesting back home. … More The Sheepdogs and me, on a Wednesday afternoon
Expect the unexpected I say, even in a library. What happens inside them is morphing with the times, and so am I. … More A day of new normal
My teeny subterranean flat in Halifax’s North End neighbourhood might be a lot more than just a place to live. … More Another day in paradise
A phone call is still the quickest way back when you’re far from home. Magic lives at the other end of the ring. … More Figuring out home
The boys are back in town! Four 23 year old six+ footers squeeze into the Halifax cave. For a week. Hello fun. … More Girl living in boyland, redux.
The best way to get to know anywhere is by feet, even Toronto. My feet found the lake and plenty more along the way. … More Toronto by feet.
If I’ve learned anything in my almost-55 years on earth, it is to not turn my away from grief. So, in this post, I don’t. Mourning is normal, natural and necessary, and eventually, it will give way. … More Endings
Twas a Christmas road trip adventure to drive across the country with a nine pound dog. But I did it because that’s what you do for love and for family. … More What I did for dog