You knew it was coming

I’m sorry. It was just inevitable that I would do a blog post about Rehtaeh. I am sure many Nova Scotians are ready to take a break from the news and commentaries on Rehtaeh Parsons, the girl who was disappointed to death by the health, justice, and education system; the girl who said she was…

Some of my favourite places to eat

I love to eat out. It doesn’t always love me because OF COURSE it comes with extra calories and OF COURSE it comes at a price tag. But you know what? It’s fun. Other peoples’ food often tastes better than your own because you don’t taste the work you put into it. So here are…

Spring, sprang, sprung

These are some of my realizations from the past week. Spring is awesome. It’s all the green and growth after winter’s dead coldness. It’s the sunshine, which can last until well into the evening, instead of dying out around 4:30. Every time I look out the window and see the tiny leaves fluttering in the…

Back to the Titanic 15 years later

I went to the movies for the first time in a couple of years (I know, I know, I don’t get out much). It was a special occasion: Titanic’s re-release after 15 years. 15 years. Yes, it’s been a decade and a half since I was a teenager going off to see the movie three…

Confessions of a Frenchy’s addict

If you’re not from the Maritimes, or if you’re not a second-hand kind of person, you may not know Frenchy’s, the used clothing store that has become an institution and a verb (Frenchying). I know the store quite intimately, having been a fan since I was a little girl. You might say I’m even addicted…

Homemade donair sauce

If you’re like me, the wee little containers of donair sauce they include with your order of garlic fingers aren’t enough.  And when you make homemade pizza, that special something is missing.  Yes, you know what it is.  It’s a lack of donair sauce. Thick, rich, creamy and full of garlic.  Supposedly invented by a…

Nova Scotia’s Titanic of 1873: the Atlantic shipwreck

I visited Nova Scotia’s Titanic over the weekend.  As a bit of a ship buff and disaster historian, I was anxious to finally see the site of one of the world’s worst Maritime disasters, which happens to be in our very backyard here on the South Shore. Probably you haven’t heard of the S.S. Atlantic. If you…