I did a similar blog entry about a year ago, but my life is a lot different now. Time is less rigid these days. I’m not getting up at first light, nor do I need to commute through traffic to get to a full-time job. I can stay up pretty…
This is the second posthumous letter I’ve written to my dad since he died in 2009. Sometimes I just need that connection. Dear Dad, The world has changed drastically since you died. Remember when I told you in the nursing home that Barack Obama was elected in 2008? I remember…
Life sure is moseying along, folks. By the way, if you are curious about the work we’re doing in our yard, please see my ongoing series Nova Scotia Wildlife. I should probably change that to Backyard Wildlife, but it’s my intention to eventually be able to visit other wild places…
I can’t breathe,” George Floyd said over and over as a police officer murdered him in broad daylight, for no reason, while other police officers stood around and watched as if to say “this is normal and okay.” That horribly stolen breath reflects the essence, I think, of our world…
Can we talk some about the ways in which being stuck inside, for the most part, messes with our heads? I think part of the COVID19 crisis’s worst side effects (beyond the obvious–death) is that we, of the living, have so drastically changed our lives and no longer are social…
I haven’t blogged for nearly two months. You see, two months ago was a lifetime ago. A different world. Not only were we in the midst of moving to Nova Scotia but the COVID-19 crisis broke out around the world. As I was making flight plans to get to Halifax…
My mind has been wrapped around our move, but was suddenly kicked into higher gear this past weekend when I saw the documentary on Netflix called The Biggest Little Farm. It’s about a couple who lived in Los Angeles and decided to start their own farm in California, north of…
My days are long and exciting right now. A general weekday involves getting up near first light and commuting to work, about a half hour to forty-five minute drive in my EV. Most days it is cold and rainy. The sky is light by the time I arrive. What I…
Due to our move to Halifax, which will push me offline and off the computer here and there in the next 2-3 months, and currently spending 10 hours a weekday outside of home for my “day job,” I am pushing my two novels: The Stolen Child and Up the River…
I remember when I began high school and felt the enormous weight upon my shoulders to be an individual, a person of free reign. I wanted to belong but not belong. As most people of that age feel, I wanted to do something great with my life. On the other…