I rode a quick lap of No Err the other morning. It was 10 days since the Nimby Fifty bike race had sent 230 riders that way, and I assume that four of those racers were responsible for the discarded energy gel packets I picked up along my ride. A few scraps of litter doesn’t … Continue reading It’s time to upgrade your Leave No Trace mindset
I’m sitting up until midnight to try and register my kid for the last remaining spot in pre-school swimming lessons at Meadow Park. I’m a non-resident, so I have to wait until all Whistler residents get their pick of the spring programs, and I’ve watched as the spots slowly filled up with a vague sense … Continue reading The meaner you get, the meaner you get
The psychologist was not telling me what I wanted to hear. We were skyping across time zones, navigating work, kids and continents and I had a pretty clear idea in my head of what I wanted from him. Damn head-mechanics. I was looking for an expert to back a theory – to offer up neurological … Continue reading Own this space: secrets about life I learned from my mountain bike
There was the kid, on the cusp of two and three quarters, acting up. “Apparently it’s not the terrible twos,” stage-whispered my husband dramatically, from the wings of the boy’s wild air-slaps and projectile-tosses and whiny-growls. “It’s the terrible threes.” What are we in for? “Stop,” I said to the wee savage. “Do you need … Continue reading Pull up a naughy chair and take a deep breath
Technically, I’m a vegetarian. Have been for over 20 years. Pretty much since I was in a position to say “this is what’s going into my body, and this is not, “I’ve taken a left turn at eating anything that used to have a heartbeat. But when Chef Randy Jones says “try this” and slides … Continue reading Column: When the best place to be is in the kitchen… being cooked for
“Babies can’t do that.” This is currently my kid’s favourite phrase, and frankly, our best leverage to attempt to manipulate him, great big two and a half year old that he is, into doing our bidding. “Oh, well, putting on pyjamas is for big boys. Babies can’t do that.” Babies don’t wear sunglasses, he noted … Continue reading It’s called flow state because you just can’t force it
I went hiking with a bunch of ladies over night at a cabin up the Duffey. Most of us had kids, so the hardest work of the weekend was just getting out of the house. By the time we were on top of the mountain, we were giddy with freedom. Or altitude. That’s where we … Continue reading Wanted: a few good (older, wrinkle-proud) women
Riva Fisher has a tattoo of Mt Currie running along the length of her ring finger. “What did your parents say?” I ask. “They loved it.” It's the view from the house she grew up in. When she was 18, the Pemberton-raised Fisher spent her first year of University in New Zealand, where her father, … Continue reading How many reasons to dance do you need?
(On the subject of habits and grooves, may I offer a big congratulations to Winds of Change Steering Committee Member, Cedric Jones, who just celebrated his 21st "birthday" of sobriety. What an awesome commitment to wellness and walking the red road. He shared his story in an Annual Report for the Lil'wat Nation and it's … Continue reading Column: Beware the Groove of a Familiar (but Bad Habit)
There is a microsecond long window when a baby falls asleep that everything is right in the world. My personal victory today? Resisting taking a photo of that moment. The kid is 23 months old, so I already have approximately 700 photos of him sleeping, none of which have successfully managed to evoke the heart-swell … Continue reading Column: Why I Don’t Need Another Photo of my Sleeping Baby
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