If you’ve yet to experience humorist, David Sedaris’ writing, his “Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls” is a riotous hoot. I haven’t given up thinking Continue reading
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How to make a Tuna and Maple Leaf Sandwich
Every spring for years, long before (as Rhys from the legendary Shore Club likes to say) “the eyes of the world are on Hubbards Cove” I worked on the creative direction and copy for the annual World Tuna Flat Races.
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Two Planks and a Passion
Those in the know in Nova Scotia’s Kings and Hants Counties — as locals the world over do — affectionately abbreviated the handle of the theatre company at the Ross Creek Centre for the Arts, Two Planks and a Passion, to Two Planks.
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A Brief, Hawking-themed Cover Letter Introduction
Astronomer, Simon Mitton, once counselled Stephen Hawking [Wikipedia] that each equation he included in his upcoming book, “A Brief History of Time” — the sort of book that he hoped would sell well in airport bookstores — would halve its sales.
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Sun Water Reports
Bermuda rooftops are clad with white-painted (traditionally limestone) tiles and meant to be kept immaculately clean because they are the front line in the collection of rainwater.
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An About Page (almost) for Gozo’s Only Font Company
You can find Fonts Café vintage, hand drawn typefaces, graphics and frames on menus, book covers, signs, greeting cards and posters, from the middle of the Med to the Marrakech Medina to the Mount Barker Shopping Centre in South Australia.
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Two Cups of Tea
Truly custom kitchens require state of the art and old world tools, and a great deal of thought, care and attention. And they involve two cups of tea!
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Yoga for the Birds
When I’m not writing client copy, doing an abysmal job at updating this website, or looking for more copywriting gigs, I teach small group and private yoga lessons. In the fall of 2014 I was subbing for another teacher at the Maritim Antonine Hotel & Spa in Malta.
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