For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … Continue reading Do things happen for a reason?
“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 … Continue reading Untidy, unruly, this is the landscape of my soul
I have been writing this column for more than a decade. It’s astounding on one level: 52 columns a year, with only two weeks missed, means I’ve filled this space with some 500 opinions. I write somewhere between 750 and 900 words every week. That’s roughly 400,000 words that I’ve set down in print in … Continue reading As uncomfortable as it may be, let’s have the debate