
A place to go
“And in my mind I still need a place to go.” Neil Young I walked down a dirt road near my home today, a…
Read More“And in my mind I still need a place to go.” Neil Young I walked down a dirt road near my home today, a…
Read MoreI have spent most of my life choosing to live cheaply. I make things. I grow things. But my greatest skill is finding things….
Read MoreThe rhythm of farm life is shaped by the passage of the seasons. In the Kawartha Lakes region of Ontario where I live, maple…
Read MoreFor 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…
Read MoreAt the first signs of decline, I saw the illusion I’d buried in the depths of my subconscious float to the surface: I had…
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