I have been away from my “home” now for a month and a half. I realized how important my definition of “home” was to me, the day I left. As soon as I reached Duncan, well, before I even passed through Port Alberni, I was yearning for the water. It was only a matter of … More Why Home is Not Just a Building
So this story is embarrassing, but, hey? Isn’t that the best kind of story? Every winter, and summers now too since I am on the boat so often, I get severe chapped lips. And I mean, cracked, bleeding and scabbing cracked lips. I am working on getting better at leaving good quality lip chap EVERYWHERE … More How a Freckle Caused me to Faint. Almost.
I’ve been writing lots for the Westerly, but falling behind on personal projects. I started a memoir in the spring, yet that too has fallen to the side in favour of other projects I needed to stay on top of. And a new crocheting addiction! Writing and little snippits, words and phrases have continued to … More Oops.. I did it Again!
Last fall I received a Neighbourhood Small Grant for a flower planting project in the village of Ahousaht. This spring, the Clayoquot Biosphere Trust, the organization who awarded the grants in our region, was given a grant of their own to film the results of the grants within our area. I was asked to attend … More Ahousaht in Bloom
I don’t like to admit when I am falling into a depressive funk. It makes me feel broken and weak. I feel like it’s my fault as if I actually could have stopped it from taking over. I avoid it for as long as possible but eventually I have to admit it’s happening. When … More When Depression Takes Over