Sitting on the Dock of the Bay


"Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watchin' the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again.." Ah, Otis. Such an apt description of my last weeks here in paradise (aka Nova Scotia). It has been perishingly hot and humid and I've been forced to sit, beached carp-like,…

Waiting for the Tsunami, or Stay the F at home, already!


I know, staying at home (potentially with fighting children or that spouse you were barely tolerating at the best of times) is gruelling. I know. I have an eternally shedding/hair balling cat and you haven’t lived until you are woken up six nights out of seven with that horrible retching noise, followed by a bloom…

“Five minutes more…?” Or how whining like a three-year-old won’t help us stop the coronavirus.


Back in the day before my freedom 50 plan took over and MS threw me out of the workforce, I used to be a nurse, epidemiologist, and health care manager. Many many years of study piled those degrees on me, and I still try to keep up to date. I say all this because what…

A rabbit in every pot and a saint on every corner- or why Malta was so confusing


I've just been lucky enough to take a trip to Malta, land of my grandfather's birth and burying place of other in-law relatives. It's not an easy place to get to, but my heart has wanted to go there for years. It's the fabulous history. Millenia of history. Footprints of travellers from centuries back. The…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent


Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

It’s Evening. . .


Of a foggy foggy day, filled with grey skies so low and looming that one could easily slip away in them, vanish like the ferry as it skims to and fro. The fog has finally cleared and the reflection of the lights on the water seems oddly bright. Even the ferry lights seem shinier than usual,…

Jumping from here to there, or why I am still Anne of Green Gables in my heart


Sometimes I wish I hadn't read Anne of Green Gables. Not that I necessarily believe in her character, but I seem to be as restless as she is. My kids think it's because I'm unhappy. I'm not unhappy. Clinically depressed, yes, but not unhappy! With good medication, I can laugh and create and live and…

On geese, and horrible people, and fear for the future


I'm not ordinarily an anxious person. Life flows by and stuff happens and it bothers me, but I don't usually have the sense of creeping dread that envelops me now. It seems like human beings are losing their compass if indeed we ever had one.  Of course, there is the madness south of our Canadian…

Fireworks


I'm feeling a little misty-eyed lately over my ratbag children. It's the season of fireworks and where I'm living we've already had four nights of them, and another one tonight. It's Natal Day weekend in Nova Scotia, an event celebrated with even more enthusiasm than Canada Day. This surprised me the first year I was…

On being ravished, or why the Iceland Writers Retreat is simply perfect


And now for the other side of the story, and why it is so likely that I will be going to the IWR again. It's hard to encapsulate this event. To say it was life-changing sounds trite and overblown, but it was so for me. When I went, it was with a mind set of…