“Landscape. I’d like to see more of the landscape,” I said to my generous hosts when they kindly asked what else I would like to see while I was visiting The Yukon recently. I could visit museums, wander around Whitehorse, sit by the mighty Yukon River that runs through their land. I would have … More Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul
I roll over, fighting the tangle of bed sheets, a one-eyed squint all that is needed to satisfy the question in my mind. It’s 1 a.m. I don’t have to get up yet. I close my eyes and tuck myself more deeply into the duvet. It’s dark inside my room and outside, too. Sunrise is … More Squinting at the darkness, longing for light
I grew up in a city that boasted one skyscraper. When I was a child, I thought that description was more than apt. After all, everything is big when you are small. Now, when I return home for summer visits to Corner Brook, Newfoundland, I look at the Sir Richard Squires building with amused affection. … More Moving on up makes me appreciate high-density living
Lynda MacGibbon 