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
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.
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
Just over two years ago, a mid-day email with the peculiar subject line 23 bananas popped into my Inbox. I double-clicked. “… so far. My first edict as your friend is to tell you to stop buying bananas. You are henceforth only allowed to purchase one banana at a time.” LOL. The note was from my BFF, Leslie, who … More 23 bananas
Finally… my first fix up in years, decades maybe. Onward in my new life as Haligonian and runaway with no fixed address. … More Back away slowly. Speak Softly. Use small words.
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
