The jobs that don’t count, but do

"Hands red raw I learned some valuable lessons doing that work - the importance of the right tool for the job (steel wool)"

In the shadows

Noticing what happens in the shadow reveals textures to the social fabric that is often taken for granted

Writing in stitches

"At the end of each day of work I would sit and knit two rows documenting how I had spent my writing time that day"

Writing with Insects

The writing retreat reminded me of childhood summers

The Beach

In my solitude, instead of diving into crashing waves, I dived into novels.

The bush

I vow not to take a moment for granted

The Hills

Sometimes you don’t know you are sick until you take the medicine and experience relief of symptoms

The River

I am much more aware of how I live with the river

Gathering differently?

"No longer do I have to hunt for my passport in its ‘secure’ hiding place or scrub last conference’s mayonnaise stains from my presentation blouse"

Solastalgia, from a distance

A phosphorescent autumn

Nice germs