I'm not one who often chooses to stop, listen, pay attention, make the quieter choice. But perhaps this season of few words is just for that. To pay attention. Thankfully, turning these words into a picture of a life overseas gives me a small chance, every day, to do just that.
Read moreHanging out in the Grove
Sadly, the grove I've been frequenting doesn't look as spectacular as the one above. Instead of purple flora at great heights, this grove is populated with complicated feelings and unburied, unhurried words.
Read moreA Year in Writing, more or less
Some years are more prolific than others. 2017 wasn't necessarily one of them (at least, words-wise; plenty of travel, memories, changes, highs and lows were certainly had). But tis the season for a few favourite essays from the last year, in no particular order:
Read moreDisturbing the Peace
I've a picture in my mind: two young white men held close to the ground by police in the act of arrest. They were standing in protest, disrupting traffic on Chicago's Michigan Avenue, declaring Black Lives Matter. Too many boys had been shot...
Read moreSick for Advent, Take Two
Today I googled pictures of Hygge. Never one to be on time for a trend, this Christmas I deemed our house hygge central, with candles and blankets and herbal teas and wooly socks everywhere. It could also be called The Sick House, for our home has been that, too.
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