Believe

Katherine asked a question the other day and I’m not sure I handled it all that well. It has been a somewhat crazy fall for all three of us and Christmas sort of snuck up on us. When we went out to eat a couple of weeks ago, my mind wasn’t on the holidays at…

My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…

Echoing their joyous strains

Sometime in the 1930s, two strong-minded young people met in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was a powerfully strong, strapping young civil engineering student at Dalhousie who played rugby and loved the outdoors. She was a tiny young artist at NSCAD, who loved her art and was fiercely proud of her family traditions and status. He…

Enough. And a challenge

It is December. If your household is anything like mine right now, there’s a flurry of planning and orchestration going on in which gifts are purchased, hidden and wrapped. Food is planned, prepared and ordered. Large boxes of sparkly (and frankly rather odd) items are hauled out of the corners of the basement and distributed…

The Legend of the HMS Bathtub

I found this photo in my camera roll the other day and thought that maybe it was time to share the story that goes with it. Every family has a few colourful characters and some families have more than their fair share, either in terms of quantity or quality. One of the latter such was…

Happy Hallowe’en!

And a very festive Samhain to you all. Today is the day many things happen. First off, and I guess most importantly, today is the day that we take over John F. Dawson Law Office (we’re purchasing it) and it becomes John Taylor-Hood Law Office, PLC Inc. I don’t have a picture of that for…

Sometimes you do the best you can.

  We somehow ended up in Heart’s Content (among other places) on Saturday. I’m still not precisely sure how that happened, but given our relatively high levels of stress lately and given that Katherine was out-of-town, a road trip was just the ticket. There was a problem when we came to the lighthouse, though. We…

New Page: The Lighthouse Pyramids

Hello, my name is Vicky and I make Lighthouse Pyramids. Or more accurately, I orchestrate them and shoot the results. All families have traditions. Some of those traditions make sense only to the people in the family; viewed from outside, many traditions appear silly or plainly incomprehensible. These are, we feel, the very best sorts…

The thinking hour

Of late, evenings in our house have been a strangely incongruous combination of serious and thoughtful discussions and slightly tipsy adult silliness. I have a feeling that the former is instigating the latter and that the silliness is what lets us sleep. We have a metaphorical boatload of changes coming our way in the next…

Some days you’ve just gotta jump…

Swimming at Herring Neck (or on the road to Herring Neck). Absolutely THE BEST swimming spot ever. Two diving platforms. Two very happy (and much cooler) kids. Heart-stoppingly amazing jumps. Perfect way to end a vacation!

What would Dad do?

Here on Exploits, we get wasps’ nests. Frequent and substantial wasps’ nests in inconvenient places. Family lore has evolved around these nests over the years in flamboyant style. It started with Dad and the new outhouse. Sometime in the mid-eighties, after a long boatride across the bay to Exploits, we all trooped sprinted up from…