Her name was Bethany. Perhaps we were destined to meet. After my mother died—I took care of Connie for 13 years—we lived hand-to-mouth. I was debilitated by daily migraines and chronic fatigue from a misdiagnosed pituitary tumor, and worked sporadically, so we couldn’t afford a city rent. We packed our meagre belongings, and found a…
During the Golden Age of Blogging, I ran two blogs called Smart Like Streetcar, and Telling Stories. I was religious about posting, and readers could find new content three times a week—about writing, climate change, politics, cooking, joy and sadness, Nova Scotia, and living with a misdiagnosed brain tumour that was threatening my life. I…
I often go for weekend drives exploring Nova Scotia’s gorgeous Atlantic Coast with my wife, Kristina, and one Saturday we happened by a small roadside little library at a campground. She found a venerable book inside by Canadian Charles G.D. Roberts that she wanted to read, but we had nothing to put in its place….
As a kid, did you risk life & limb because a book was so good that you couldn’t put it down while walking home from school? Imagine how it feels when you’re an adult & a kid is doing that while reading YOUR book. 💕
Word went out on social media on Tuesday that Tako Loko — a taqueria run by Mexican immigrants — might not survive the pandemic. The lineup started before they opened their doors on Tuesday afternoon. This was the line at 7:45 pm — just before closing — when I arrived to pay my respects and…