“Sorry, we’re closed.”

“Sorry, we’re closed.”

I knew travelling in this COVID environment meant things would be a little different. In fact, in the lead up to my 2 short weeks away in August, I had worked >50 hour weeks telling Canadians exactly that. I’d spent months reviewing research about the impact...
A narrative of loss and longing

A narrative of loss and longing

Written 1 August from a tent in Barkerville, British Columbia. The narrative of 2020 is one of loss and longing. Loss of plans, jobs, health, life. Longing for reprieve, longing for our missed families, longing for the stability we just had, longing for equality that...
Editor’s note:

Editor’s note:

So it’s been 6 months since I’ve blogged, and looking back at the frequency established over the last few years, I’m right on time for another sporadic entry.  I’ve long been torn about continuing to update this dust-covered, cobwebbed corner of the interwebs. I...
On 29!

On 29!

Living +19 hours from ‘home’ makes for a very long birthday – more than 36 hours from the first well wishes yesterday until well now, these last few minutes before the clock ticks over and it’s just a regular Wednesday. It’s been so long...