the name is zoltar

a point in time

October 22, 2020December 21, 2021 the name is zoltar2 Comments

I sometimes wonder - when did my story start? Perhaps the moment a gentle long-haired nineteen-year-old boy with a Cancer sun met the eyes of a wild nineteen-year-old French girl with double Libra and Sagittarius rising. Perhaps the moment a nine-year-old girl stepped onto a train from Cape Breton Island to Halifax, on a day… Continue reading a point in time

a snapshot or two

August 17, 2020October 23, 2020 the name is zoltarLeave a comment

We loved road trips - my mom, sister, and myself. We’ve traveled down to California, across Canada to Montréal, and various small camping trips around the island. I have fond memory snapshots of dust flying up as we cautiously bumped down logging roads. Timber being swallowed whole by brilliant wild flowers under blue skies. Lightening… Continue reading a snapshot or two

ai·suh·lei·shn aka isolation

April 22, 2020May 11, 2020 the name is zoltar2 Comments

Staying true to my decision to pick a challenge for each month, I decided to start developing a fitness routine for February. Growing up, I was never considered a "sporty kid" - I was more "that deaf kid" and then later on "that arty druggie deaf girl". It didn't help things that I was often… Continue reading ai·suh·lei·shn aka isolation

a succession of images

March 27, 2020September 29, 2020 the name is zoltar

The earliest dreams I can remember always involved my grandma. One could say that I was obsessed with my grandma as a child. A part of it is because she was deaf like me. We'd lock eyes - signing stories after stories to each other. She was an amazing storyteller. I recall countless hours spent… Continue reading a succession of images

midlife crisis anyone?

February 3, 2020August 20, 2020 the name is zoltar3 Comments

I'm not generally someone who does new year resolutions other than picking a word for the year (2020 word is intuition). However, I'm turning 39 this year and that means I'm one year away from 40. As you'd predict - this is giving me the extra push to spend a lot of time thinking about… Continue reading midlife crisis anyone?

to the places that raised me

January 21, 2020April 21, 2020 the name is zoltar2 Comments

To the chicken coop shack - on one side you housed chickens and the other, my parents. A pair of heart-eyed, twenty-year-old hippies. One from Québec and the other from Ontario. Little did they know that they'd soon become pregnant with me. To the Hornby Island shack - a small one room with no electricity… Continue reading to the places that raised me