Grad School
The power goes out and the writing goes on
December 9, 2024
Writing papers on weekends is not how I want to live my life at 49 years old, but this too shall pass.
Friday night Christmas market in Mahone Bay
December 7, 2024
I invited Mom for a Friday night date to Mahone Bay and we visited all the “where things were happening” as listed on the pamphlet. Our favorite of these was the market at St James Anglican Church Parish Hall.
These December Days
December 4, 2024
One of the things I wanted to do when I moved to Nova Scotia was to return, in some way, to telling the story of my life on my blog. To steer my writing more memoirist and less analytical
How to live after having eaten from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil
December 12, 2023
This essay explores my personal mental and emotional overwhelm due to the intake and processing of information and knowledge and the ongoing disruptions and changes to our society and culture. Ultimately, I’m seeking to discover how I’m supposed to live open-hearted and open-minded while being committed to intellectual expansion. The ache, the grief, the worry, the fear, and the disorientation that comes with knowledge and change are hard to manage and/or release.
It all started with a move
March 21, 2023
Analyzing my own migrations, to interrogate the source of the “where is home?” question I have been asking myself for nearly 25 years.
The year I find my fire
December 17, 2022
The year I come into my power and purpose through unexpected means.
Why have you become so political? I'm so glad you asked.
May 27, 2022
I haven’t considered myself to be an especially political person. In writing this series however, in reflecting on my ideas and cataloging my past political engagement, I realize my political-orientated behavior this winter is not out of character, though it may be surprising to readers.
