Uncovering a Sense of My Local Identity
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
I often feel like I carry a cocktail of my family’s histories deep within my bones, pulsing through my blood and veins. Tender naivety. Raging […]
One surprisingly cold day in early November, we decided to visit St. Johns Anglican Cemetery, to see William Hespeler’s grave. He was born in 1830 […]
It was a summer night, probably in August. Remember what those days were like? Sun setting late, temperature balmy even later. A light sweater was […]
This past summer, Andrew and I went on a short holiday to San Francisco. Because we’re interested in things of the literary sort, of course […]
My last post was all about something we did this past summer. THIS post is all about what we’re doing RIGHT NOW! We’re sitting in […]