A place to go

EssayJuly 19, 2017

By Heidi Fettig Parton

“And in my mind I still need a place to go.” Neil Young I walked down a dirt road near my home today, a…

EssayDecember 16, 2015

Secondhand sainthood and the gift of losing it all

By Raechelle Kennedy

I have spent most of my life choosing to live cheaply. I make things. I grow things. But my greatest skill is finding things….

EssayNovember 18, 2015

By Henry Bakker

The rhythm of farm life is shaped by the passage of the seasons. In the Kawartha Lakes region of Ontario where I live, maple…

EssayNovember 4, 2015

By Kathryn T. Jones

For several years, my 90-year-old mother has dreaded the approach of winter. She lives in wool sweaters, pockets stuffed with tissues. She wraps in…

EditorialNovember 2, 2015

By Kirstin Vander Giessen-Reitsma

At the first signs of decline, I saw the illusion I’d buried in the depths of my subconscious float to the surface: I had…