When I first moved to the coast of New Brunswick more than 20 years ago I was a bit nervous to walk in the woods alone.
rural life
For my Lost Friend
Sometimes you lose a friend because you grow apart, and sometimes there is a misunderstanding or a great betrayal. But you can also just plain lose someone.
The Spirit of Aging is Love
A young couple moved into our rural coastal neighborhood, and I wondered which older couple would adopt them. There is always one older couple that a younger couple depends on. This is a common relationship in our rural neighbourhood. People reach out to each other. When we are away from home, we create a new … Continue reading The Spirit of Aging is Love
Artists are Drawn to Baie Verte
At a lively dinner party last night my neighbor insisted that I write about how artists are drawn to Baie Verte because of its beauty. I nodded my head and sated with our delicious and happy dinner party, I said, 'I’ll do it'. When I organize a party for local friends at the Baie Verte … Continue reading Artists are Drawn to Baie Verte
Maritime Baby
Our third child Bliss was born in the Maritimes. My pregnancy was spent breathing in the magically healing stink of the marshes on a low tide. He has seen horses in the field across the road all of his life, and swam in the sea every summer. My husband and I moved to the county … Continue reading Maritime Baby
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 