Nothing lasts forever. Really? Yes, really.

When I started my blog in 2015, I did not know if it would last a week, a month, a year or years. My goal was to make people laugh. Why? Because there is so much sadness, hatred and stress in our world. As time went on, I aimed to raise the profile of mental illness and contributing causes. I promised myself I would continue to write as long as I had one more story in my pocket.

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Well, I have run out of stories.

I spent yesterday reviewing past blogs to determine which posts had attracted the most readers and decided to share what I found with you.

  1. A Tribute to a Very Special Nephew (3000+ views)
  2. The Reason Women Wait 37 Years  (1500+ views)
  3. You Might be A West Header if Your Kitchen Sink is in the Porch (1500+ views)
  4. A Bittersweet Life Change (1500+ views)
  5. Something’s Rotten at 281 West Head Road  (1500+ views)
  6. Our Cat Sigmund, the Original Scared-cat (1000+ views
  7. Eulogy for a Grandfather (1000+ views)
  8. Do You Listen to Understand or to Reply (1000+ views)
  9. Kinship Among Klutzes (1000+ views)
  10. Jeff Fox May be a Red Neck, but I’m a West Header (1000+ views)

Have you noticed a theme? Three themes? Grief, mental illness and humour.



The true stories of the tragic loss of our nephew and the passing of my Dad struck a chord with people from all walks of life. Grief is a powerful human experience that visits everyone sooner or later. I will share our family’s stories off loss when they come along.



I am not surprised that stories dealing with depression, anxiety, childhood abuse, eating disorders attract readers. Mental illness affects every family. While we believe these subjects are no longer taboo, they really are. We need more ordinary people, as opposed to celebrities, to share stories. It is difficult for most of us to identify with the wealthy or the famous.


Everyone, especially me, loves to laugh. It is a welcome reprieve from the struggles and challenges that plague everyday life. I have run out of funny stories from the past, but I promise to share new funny stories.

Should I focus on these topics?  I don’t know. Maybe.

I am going to take a break from my weekly posts, but I will post stories that come along in the future.
The alternative seemed to be posting a diary of what happened from one week to the next. I did not find this prospect appealing. Most days are the same.

“I got up at 10 a.m., met friends for coffee at
Peterson’s, walked in East Green Harbour
and West Head, went home and spent the
afternoon dreaming up something
to write about, had supper, worked on
projects and went to bed at 1 a.m.”
(Repeat 6 days a week. Yawn.)

And what do I think that prospect?  NO-WAY! NO-GO! NO-WIN! Sounds too much like prison.

I have registered for a 2-day mental health course called “Self Injury Behaviours in Youth” in Halifax on Nov. 5 & 6. It starts early in the morning so I/we will leave on the 4th. I may write a post about it.

I have a stack of books I want to read. I just finished reading “Hillbilly Elegy” which was fascinating and I am halfway through another book. I need to read what other people are writing.

I plan to revisit old blogs which I will review, edit, update, repost and promote.

Thanks you for supporting my endeavours.

I appreciate you! I am blessed!

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