Tag Archives: Novia Scotia

Angela and Heather urge us to explore Halifax more thoroughly before we depart.  We listen, but not too closely.  We both want to get home, so we bypass the busy downtown, and instead opt for a quick drive along the … Continue reading →

When I think of worms, I think of a robin yanking a fat night crawler up from the mud in my front yard.  I think of a bowl of stringy spaghetti and how it would look in my small intestine.  … Continue reading →

The forest is uniform and mundane—endless acres owned by paper companies, pine trees in perfect rows, awaiting their demise in some mill farther south.  For a while, we see more ATV’s than cars.  The road slowly unspools, and we pass … Continue reading →

A long hiatus deserves a great post. Here is part 1 of a story that I’ve worked and re-worked. I like it quite a bit, hopefully you do too. This one is a tad long; I’ll split it into 6 parts … Continue reading →