On the road to Virginia.

Caleigh and I have been friends since we were three. Since my mother babysat her and her sisters after school. Since we spent afternoons, into dusk, running around the tall grass and taller trees on Emerald Isle, a small spit of land in Ennismore, Ontario. When you are three your friends are friends by circumstance. …

Meat Cove.

I had heard stories about Meat Cove, supposedly the most beautiful part of Cape Breton Island, but with whispers of strange locals. When my sister lived out east several years back, her boss told us that with only one road into and out of Meat Cove, the locals once set up a road block at …

Since before.

I, have a hammock. Somewhere in a drawer is a list of things, like self-improvements, you could say, things I needed, in another life markers of okayness, of moving forwardness. An apartment with a living room A terrace Yoga Work less A hammock That was a long time ago, a lifetime ago, when I stumbled …

Into the Wyld.

Seeing how others live, getting a glimpse of their reality, fuels my curiosity for the ways in which people inhabit the earth. I love peeking into unfamiliar worlds. We had been invited to stay at Wyldwood Sojourn while I was doing research for an article on yurts in Ontario.¬†Might be easier to write about it …

Lemon Tree Lament.

I had seen the village between the mountains and the sea, with the flowers that seemed to burst forth from behind every bendy corner every broken wooden fence every ditch beside pot-holed country roads. It was always sunny there and the water was always warm as I floated on my back, looking up at blue …

Places to hide.

With winter seeming to stretch endlessly ahead of us, we decided to lean into it, to head straight for the belly of the beast. We packed up the car and headed north with our snowshoes and a few bottles of wine,¬†several days worth of food packed neatly into a cooler. The scene through the passenger's …