There are places we visit, and then there are places we belong. For me, the journey back to Newfoundland is not a vacation; it is a homecoming. I have just returned from my seventh trip to the island, and with each visit, the tether that binds my soul to that rock grows stronger, shorter, more…
And the Preacher Said, “Amen.”
Every year, come late May, I get this… twitch. It’s an undeniable, deep-seated urge to purge. Suddenly, my closets look like they’re staging an intervention, the basement is giving me side-eye, and I’m eyeing that dusty box of “sentimental” (read: questionable) belongings with the cold calculation of a seasoned decluttering ninja. For years, I just…
It Wasn’t Closure, After All
At the core of my being, I’m a writer. A storyteller. Always have been. I love giving voice to stories, listening to stories that others have lived and written…. Loads of people have told me that I should write a book about my life, and I always smile and say, “maybe someday.” That’s been the…
When you’ve Come From Away
It’s that time of year again. The most difficult week of the year for me. The week when the very date on the calendar is enough to make me anxious. Smells set me into flashbacks. Loud noises make me cringe. Planes overhead make my heart skip a beat. It’s the week of 9/11. In my…
VoyagersHeart 