A Superbad Christmas
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
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
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…
Though life in Waterloo moves on without me, it always seems to make room to let me back in, and then some. … More Home again
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
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
Never a dull moment here. Is it me or is it this place? I have yet to figure it out… … More Great balls of fire!
I’m from away. And sometimes, … More From away…
Meet three family matriarchs who will blow your socks off… Oma, Vavo and Ester. … More Meet… the grays
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. In spite of careful planning, a six-day gap between the house closing and me relocating to Halifax had left me homeless. My next door neighbour offered up temporary lodgings. I hauled my suitcase to 342 Pommel Gate Crescent, seven years of occupancy at 344 officially … More Homeless