Anywhere you go, from the Eastern tip to the West, Islanders are unusually preoccupied with discussing the weather. And for good reason. How many places can boast that the weather in the front yard is different from that of the weather in the back yard?
My "adoptive" mother was an elegant woman with immaculate nails and gorgeous ebony skin. Over the year I lived with Alice, our relationship became more than just tenant and landlady. She became, in essence, a surrogate mother to me and continued to be one over the years that followed.
Recently, while manning a table at a yard sale, I lost a child. I arrived home after the yard sale only to find out that she was neither with me nor traveling with her father, and the 15 minutes it took to locate her at a friend's house up the road were the scariest 15 minutes of my life to date.
Recently, I sadly listened to Melissa Scott, a Prince Edward Islander with spina bifida, recount in an online radio interview the story of a recent shopping experience gone wrong. She parked her car in the handicap spot, and despite the permit hanging in her vehicle, came back to find a note that read: "You are not handicapped. You are obese."
