My uncle takes me fishing. I know nothing about fishing. I sit on a wooden bench and watch him set up his gear. Four rods lined up on a narrow dock, barely big enough for the two of us. Fishing lines arching across the water until they eventually disappear under the surface, the points of … Continue reading Fishing
I will never be able to think of the Grand Canyon without thinking about my father. A world-famous natural wonder, a mile-deep geological record with over 40 types of rocks – layers upon layers of memories, some dating back almost two billion years. Occasional gaps – referred to as unconformities – where strata from certain … Continue reading Geology of Memory
I turn off the alarm clock on my phone and burrow deeper into my sleeping bag. I can hear my husband do the same next to me. It’s shortly before seven on the second day of fall and we are on our impromptu canoe trip in Algonquin. After a beautiful misty sunrise paddle the previous … Continue reading Foggy Morning
I lower my paddle in the water and push the canoe into pre-dawn stillness. The boat glides effortlessly across the lake, cutting a sharp triangle in its mirror-like surface. Each paddle stroke sends circles through the water – ever-expanding, widening – until they reach the forest along the shore and Killarney’s white cliffs towering above. … Continue reading Stories of Entangled Life
Stories of Entangled Life 