Today we went for a walk along the estuary, the sun bright on an atypically frosty west coast day. The air was redolent with the scent of rotting salmon, the spawning season ending in a mess of fish carcasses fought over by noisy gulls. The advent calendar is now empty, no presents are left under…
The week before last, I had a guest post on the Creative Nonfiction Collective Society’s blog. I’ve hesitated to post it here, but am not really sure why. Perhaps because it’s a bit different than the usual posts I write here? Or perhaps because it’s one of the more personal posts I’ve written in a…
I spent last weekend re-acquainting myself with the downtown streets of my adopted hometown, a city I moved to at 17 to attend university. At the time, I was excited to escape my small northern Alberta town and finally go somewhere where ideas were generated and people were interesting. It turns out I hated university.…
Watershed Moments: Thoughts from the Hydrosphere 