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
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…
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.
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
Living in a cave is warm, cozy and pretty much okay living right now. … More Life in a cave. Everyday miracles.
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
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