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
It just wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t share the bad with the good. Get ready to feel really good about wherever your life is at the moment by having an close up and personal peek into my cluster *uck summer. … More My summer of discontent.
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)
Expect the unexpected I say, even in a library. What happens inside them is morphing with the times, and so am I. … More A day of new normal
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.
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
This is where it all happens… If you’d like to listen to this post, click ‘play’ right above… I haven’t said much about this for a while… the dream. Anyone remember that I’m writing a book? I’m in Halifax to get on with that dream. So if it appears by the nature of my posts that … More Oh yah… the dream…
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