An A to Z of 2020

An A to Z of 2020

Is 2020 a year to remember or a year we desperately want to forget? One thing is certain, we’ve been cursing it for almost its entirety. There are so many things to remember from this year – good and bad. So while I still remember and without much fanfare or flair,...
On Free Willy and longing.

On Free Willy and longing.

I had high expectations for my three-day Orca camp at the end of summer. My friends and I had booked it some months earlier and right from the beginning – the booking form – I made my expectations known. I told the small ‘mom and pop’ outfitter, my colleagues, my...
“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...
On going home

On going home

The thing about moving away is there is always the inevitable ‘going home’. And this is the situation I find myself in. After more than 18 months away, I’m enroute ‘home’. In Brisbane I often went ‘home’. Every few months for birthdays, Easter, weddings, Christmas. A...
Canadaversary – one year on

Canadaversary – one year on

Preamble: Today is one year since I arrived in Canada. I’ve known it was coming. I’ve been deciding if I wanted to write again on this cob-webbed filled corner of the interwebs. It has been on the horizon for a few weeks – since I looked ahead back in May to find a...
My week of true Canadian winter.

My week of true Canadian winter.

The day I started my job in Vancouver the office was abuzz. Hundreds of journalists and publications from around the world were gathered for the biggest media event of the year in Calgary, the largest city in neighbouring province Alberta. There was a breakfast...
“No, I don’t have an accent. You do!”

“No, I don’t have an accent. You do!”

When in Australia, surrounded by mostly Australians, accents are what my American friends have, or perhaps the Iranian uber driver, and most certainly the kiwis with their confused vowels sounds. Me? I certainly do not have an accent. Back in 2012 I remember driving...