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
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
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!
They tell me “Winter is coming.” It’s only August, but I say, Bring it on! … More Winter is coming
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
