One of the most sure-fire signs of summer’s impending arrival is the opening of patios across the city – and it also happens to be my favourite one. Well, that and the warmer temperatures!
When you grow up in a place like the world-famous Cabot Trail on Cape Breton Island, it’s easy to take your surroundings for granted. What’s a bunch of trees and a shoreline, anyway, right? Wrong. Even living just a few hours’ drive away in Halifax for the past ten years has changed my perspective. The… Continue reading playing the tourist
One of the greatest challenges of growing up is tackling that whole “financial responsibility” (and financial security) thing. During the early years of young adult life, and especially during the early months and years of single parenting, I felt so sure that if I just had more money, everything would be better, easier – but it… Continue reading the things money can (and can’t) buy
When I was a little girl, my neighbour’s Nanny and Grampy had THE BEST tree climbing tree, which we were forbidden to climb. Naturally, we climbed it anyway – at every opportunity – and would sit in the branches feeling quite on top of the world. If I’m completely honest, tree climbing was never my… Continue reading on climbing trees
There’s something about peach wine and falling in the street that makes a girl feel young again. Or something.
When it comes to size, I’m a pretty little person. I drive a small car, and live in a relatively small apartment in a big building in the province’s biggest city, which is actually the equivalent to many small towns in other parts of the world. And yet I often feel swallowed up by the… Continue reading On waves, waterfalls, mosquito bites and impromptu swims