The Tunnel

I’ve been wanting to revamp the blog for a while now. Something about COVID-19, raising an infant-turned-toddler, and all of the associated isolation that comes with both of those has made me crave connection with the world outside our home. I slapped up a title for my post, “Two Years Later,” and was about to

A Christmas Ski Tour: Notes to Self

Note to self: Never set out on a trek through a mountain pass while reading a book about seeking a mountain that no longer exists. Mountains in mountain passes do exist. They are snow-covered, wind-swept, and real. To read about a surreal, internalized mountain quest tempts one to imagine that one’s own mountain quest can

On Wolves

During our Yukon trip, I saw a wolf in its own habitat for the first time. I’d seen wolves before – notably someone’s pet wolves who visited the dogyard in Willow and clamped their mouths over my tiny arm in what I was told was a “wolf greeting”, an “I’m bigger than you and you

The Perks and Pitfalls of Finite Living: Atul Gawande’s Being Mortal

This past weekend, John and I went camping to celebrate our four-month anniversary. When you’ve only been married four months, such milestones carry significance. A new record every day! Despite my best efforts, though, he still doesn’t appreciate when I start conversations by asking him about his feelings towards death. I suppose I’ll have to