Ruminations
I am not political, or am I?
Picture this: You're at a dinner party, and someone drops the phrase, "I'm not political," with the same casual air they might use to announce they don't like cilantro. It's a statement thrown around more liberally than confetti at a Greek wedding. But what does it...
Bread breakup
For most of my life, I was in a deeply committed relationship with bread. We were inseparable – crusty rolls for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and bread with dinner, warm and chewy. Around my early 30s, I noticed something wasn't quite right. My once-flat midriff...
AI, me, and my mate Paul at the pub
I use AI daily—for writing, editing, fixing my website, untangling jargon, creating art, and exploring endless possibilities. While I've had the opportunity to pursue an MA, much of my life has been spent working with my hands, and not the keyboard-stroking kind. When...
The M-Word: Breaking Cultural Silence Around Menopause
Unlike the glorious feeling of lazing about in the heat of the warm sun on a beach, there was nothing pleasant when my friend Liz experienced a severe hot flash. She was serving hot chocolate to a family at the ski resort where she worked. When a 7-year-old pointed...
2 Donalds having a quacky conversation
Yesterday, when feeding the ducks, whom did I come across sitting on a park bench engaged in a most peculiar conversation? Donald Trump, with his signature coiffure catching the late afternoon sun, sitting next to Donald Duck, wearing his slightly worn sailor suit....
To turf or not to turf
Having lived for much of my life in the green, lush rainforest of the Pacific Northwest, it comes as a surprise to almost everyone that arid, desert-like regions are my favourite landscape. One such landscape can be found on the island of Tenerife, the biggest of the...