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Just out and about, looking at the world. Hitting the road. Of course. Halifax is the home base. Nova Scotia is the ocean playground. Like the plate says....
Read MoreEvery now and then, it occurs to me that I’m over-committed: that I’ve taken on too much and haven’t set aside enough time to play. And then I realize...
Read MoreBreath is not subject to precarity. Or, at least, not usually. Acknowledging grief—embracing it even—can sometimes precipitate a precarious state of mind. But...
Read MoreTime runs through me these past days, getting caught up on those crazy points of tension that I collect in various locations all over me, and still, lighting up moments...
Read MoreIt’s a perfectly November day. The sun keeps trying to peek out from behind the steel-grey clouds, only to be pushed away again. But the light leaks out anyhow,...
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