cozify

I’m dragging my feet, 2014 [which is a majorly spacey number, by the way…do you feel like a Jetson every time you type it out too?]. I wasn’t quite ready for you, wasn’t… Continue reading →

there and back again

I’m back from Java and Bali, but not really. There were too many moments where I scrunched my eyes shut to etch the beauty like a lithograph into memory. I’m closing my eyes… Continue reading →

oh canada

Every other year or so Celine and I meet up for an adventure. Last time, she came to Holland and we filled our days with herring and poetry walks and Belgian beer and… Continue reading →

wade in the water

When you’ve been out galaxy-trekking for a month, it takes some effort to swing back into your normal orbit again. The physical disorientation wears off quick but jetlag of the heart lingers.  I… Continue reading →

confession

This weather triggers three things: 1.  introversion 2.  plaintive songwriting 3. the visceral urge to make sticky toffee pudding thrice weekly.   How is winter pushing your buttons?    

winterfell

Oh it is ON. Welcome to town, December! Pleased to see ya round these parts again. Exactly one year ago we were packing our bags for a whirlwind traipse across the States to… Continue reading →

SURPRISE!

I guess I thought I’d be a little more jaded by my fifth Western Hemisphere autumn, but it shocks me still – the way the colour jumps out of the trees and yells… Continue reading →

of the things they saw in Norway, pt. 0

In the summer of oh-twelve, two intrepid kids headed due North. North, they found out, looks like this: And this: And thankfully, like this too:  It’s all coming up! I’m wading through pictures… Continue reading →

of the North

You may have noticed that things have slooooowed doooooown a bit here recently. Don’t worry. I haven’t forsaken you completely. Just partially. I’ve been stitching new patterns and eating berries and flying kites (the… Continue reading →

of Kansas no more

I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading →