For many years of my life, October 31st was a day for storytelling. No not ghost stories. But a story about a man in a black robe who had the audacity to deface church property—the story of Martin Luther. If you don’t know it or need a quick refresher, here’s some playmobile acting it out. … Continue reading Women Who Did Not Sit Down and Shut Up: Reformation Edition
“Fake it till you make it,” they say. I look around at my scattered wardrobe. Well I certainly haven’t made it. I pull on a pair of old dress pants and a crumpled collared shirt. “Ugh, I definitely won’t be accessing anything in the lower filing drawers today.” I grimace and practice reaching around behind … Continue reading The Receptionist
Since moving to Vancouver Island three years ago I’ve heard legends of Mount Albert Edward’s epic alpine views. To be honest, I didn’t take them too seriously. What does an island dweller know about scaling glaciers and taking peak selfies? Sure, I’ll trust their opinions on organic beer and bike lanes. But mountains? Please, I’m … Continue reading 2000 Meters Above the Sea
"What's next?" Since returning from Europe, we've been asked this question more times than I can count. If you're a twenty something, then maybe you too can relate. Of course, it's possible that the awkwardness of living an unpredictable life plagues other generations too. I suspect it does. And maybe you too know how difficult it … Continue reading What’s Next?
I come from a place where weddings are in country halls, grocery stores are attached to ever changing shopping malls, and the mountain views footnote our conversations because if you mention them you're obviously not from here. Where each house, each party, each vacation spot is somewhere down a dirt road or just past a … Continue reading Bulkley Valley
Since returning to Canada, I’ve experienced some (completely unpatriotic) location confusion. I may have even said something like “when I get back to Canada…” while standing on Ontario soil. What I mean of course is when I get back to BC, because there are just a few things about Ontario and Quebec that strike me … Continue reading O Canada
For 147 days I’ve been a wanderer. To some that may seem like a small feat, too others it may seem unfathomable. To me it’s a bit of both. The culture I was raised in doesn’t take well to wanderers. We prefer that people have a plan: an education plan, a health care plan, a … Continue reading Wandering On Purpose