There's you and then there's me

Boys like her

You won't go hungry, you won't go blind

Floating by the open window

Stealing glances across a crowded room

Give me one reason to be beautiful

Sticks and stones may break my bones

You had me by the bible, you had me by the belt

Put on that dress, I'm going out dancing

A CUT Above: an indulgent feast for two

Chaplie kebabs (pomegranate seed, cilantro, coriander, chili & plum tomato chutney)

Scallops (pan seared Digby scallops, coconut rum curry sauce)

Lobster poutine (Atlantic lobster meat and fresh chives in hollandaise with halloumi cheese)

The palace of all that you are

Have I been good to you?

Tears in the typing pool

You were burning like a city of electric light

A place to start out from

Bring up the violins, fade out the brass

Subtle innuendos follow

Smoke and mirrors

It's not the end of the world

Sometimes the universe astounds me. In the ebb and flow of daily life it's easy to forget to look around, but earlier this week I couldn't believe the sights before me. I even pinched my arm to ensure it wasn't dream.

After an invitation from Adrianna Afford, owner of Argyle Fine Art, I found myself on a small boat with some of the city's finest artist, musicians, performers and writers headed towards Five Islands. After climbing a million stairs we found ourselves on a private island, owned by Dick Lemon, and basked in all of the magic. I couldn't quite get over the painter's look-off.

There are reasons why I love this town

Check it out: Moving Pictures blog makes The Coast.

I'm not so sure about this whole famous thing, but it is true, France is only a matter of a few weeks away. It's time to start shedding skins, emotional layers, clothing and earthly goods in exchange to be footloose and fancy free in Paris.

You could tell the planets or your pillowcase

Now, to get down to the bottom of things

In backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints

Lobster eggs benny

When I get a hold of it I can breathe alright

Some things never change, like the way that it feels when you know that it's real

Over the years I've spent various stints at photo stores, but never in nearly a decade have I met a pair quite like Violet and Dino. If it wasn't enough to bring delicious muffins from the market on Saturday mornings they opened their home and hearts.

I love the way they interact with one another, quietly and carefully, but most of all their sense of adventure. On a Sunday afternoon drive we wandered to this private beach. With sand between our toes and a view of the Atlantic we knew the moment couldn't last. We were quickly asked to leave by some uptight rich folks who apparently owned the beach. Naturally it didn't spoil our fun, as we headed to Peggy's Cove for gourmet ice cream.

You're the eigth wonder of the world

One hundred women

One of the most influential people in my life is my grandmother, Amelia Beattie. Or more affectionately known to me as Nanny. It's her birthday today, she's 76. As a girl on Bell Island, Newfoundland (an island within an island, a meta-island?) she was far more interested in running around, fishing and playing with the boys than her slew of sisters. Sure a few years ago she went out on the boats and caught a shark.

Needless to say even with a broken back (an injury from a car accident years ago), my Nan can still lure in quite the catch. To steal a Newfoundland colloquialism, I'm some lucky to belong to her.

Please remember home

It feels like a flood in my head

I want to explode, watch me

Truer hearts cannot contain how I cover love but I have not changed

Spreading rhythm around

A recipe for life

Please don't confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them

If you were for me there would not be any doubt

I'm a girl now, but once I was your woman

Someone's in the kitchen

Honey, I never had nobody like you

A feather in my hair for you and then I fall to pieces at your celebration

When you're absolute beginners it's a panoramic view