The howling

I'm getting an understanding for the agitation caused by the Mistral. The wind has been howling around my place for hours and hours, making the cat's ears twitch and getting loud enough at times to make the sound of the radio vanish.It's good writing weather, not pleasant enough to escape outside, not gruesome enough to…

One Book Nova Scotia: Oddly titled “Twenty-Six”

I fought it. I did. I didn't want to read Twenty-Six by Leo McKay, Jr. even though it was chosen by the powers that be to be the one book all Nova Scotia should read this year. One Book Nova Scotia. It's a new thing. Why didn't I want to read it? Well, because it…

Why is it they call it the blues?

It should really be the greys. Blue is a pretty colour. Grey is, well, grey. Like black, but without the enthusiasm.  Or white, but in a slovenly way. Although, truth be told, both colours get  a unfairly rough go.  Today, for example, outside my window, fog is rolling by.  It's grey. Again. Day 15 or…