Vigils and sunshine palettes.
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.
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.
Christmas. It’s easy as a kid and then it gets hard as an adult and then, wonder of wonders, on the flip side of 55, it starts to get easy all over again. … More A Superbad Christmas
Three years ago, I fell in love with the Atlantic. I jiggered my my life around to live by the sea and since being here, Nova Scotia has pulled me in deeper. Lately, though, I hear Ontario calling. … More A love story, wild cranberries and streetlights.
Me and Waterloo. We were together almost forty-five years. I’ve been hanging on since I left going on two years now. Time to face the music and figure out if I am ready to crawl under the covers with Halifax. … More I’m ready to talk about…
Malcolm Gladwell sure can write, but did you know he can act? I’m not saying I intend to take the credit for discovering this, but I’m not saying I won’t either. … More Dear Malcolm Gladwell (and me)
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