How do I write the world? I am a woman of many words but in this, I am without. So I’ll tell you about crawling into her bed on early Sunday mornings and begging for stories about Antigonish and the always fabled east coast. Edmonton, Calgary, Toronto. Ottawa. Ottawa and the Minto hotel. I needed… Continue reading She brought me to life
I am crying tonight because Stuart McLean died today. He was 68 years old. I don’t remember the first time I listened to the Vinyl Café. If I had to wager a guess, I would put myself somewhere between the ages of nine or ten. Growing up, the CBC was one of the few constants… Continue reading We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us.
So much already has been written about 2016. By almost every account, the year has been a raging dumpster fire – a hate-filled inferno consuming everything and everyone in its path. And yes, a lot of really, really bad things happened this year. But a lot of really good things happened too. And because life… Continue reading 2016: A year in review
When we were young, my parents would take us on long winter road trips to Red Mountain and Silver Star. We didn’t do much as a family, but we skied. The five of us would cram into our Toyota Turcel, packed to the hilt with equipment, clothes, blankets, pillows, and enough mandarin oranges to stave… Continue reading I’d say please (please). I’m your man.
Nova Scotia is new Scotland. It is my Scotland. Nova Scotia is a dark and stormy coast that births brave and beautiful people who dance and sing and make music that is perfect and pure. Halifax is that feeling in your heart. That ache and crest. That inconceivable rush when you kiss someone for the… Continue reading Farewell to Nova Scotia