Tag Archives: playing

barefoot summer

Meeting my cousin reminded me of the iconic summer we spent at my uncle’s cottage in Chance Harbour, near New Glasgow, Nova Scotia. (#974) Continue reading

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cat-action

Okay, so I play with our cat; or maybe she plays with me—or she plays me . . . (#946) Continue reading

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