Category Archives: Memoir

B is for Bog

Today’s Blog entry is brought to you by the letter B. B is for Blog.  Attention seeking at its best. Mine is less of a log or a journal than it is, as a friend aptly described, a Blogazine. B is for Bogside. Bogside Gallery is the best place in Halifax to buy a gift. I Used to […]

The Beginning and the End

Sailing was not an activity I grew up knowing anything about. Come to think of it, it wasn’t even a sport to us in outport Newfoundland. Sailing was something schooners did to take one where the fish were, and back again. The “Age of Sail” was long past by the time I was old enough to […]

Keep the Home Fires Burning

     The fireplace in this thumbnail photo doesn’t look too bad. Does it? Twenty-five years ago I would have been a real snob and scoffed at it, describing it as cheap and tacky. On the other hand, I would have thoroughly approved of the fire in the kitchen. It is in a big open fireplace built […]

Beach Ball from Hell

     Thump. My toes!      It was a summer Thursday in a busy work-week and I was irritable. I rummaged; there didn’t seem to be anything grill-worthy in the freezer.  I was cranky – why was the basement always so darned cluttered? In annoyance I kicked at the plastic grocery bag with the beach ball inside. […]

Hearts

I thought it funny how on the day before my procedure that hearts seemed to become a running theme. A box of chocolates had emerged unexpectedly from the folds  of fabric in my craft cupboard as I was hunting for felt. I had hidden them from the kids four years ago and they had remained there, […]