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I am in Rhodes, Greece. This visit is part of a three-month sabbatical in which I am focusing on writing, reading, and reconnecting. My partner and I came to Rhodes, for the first time, to meet the place where his grandparents made a home as Sephardic Jews. They moved to Rhodes when expelled from Spain

When I was a child growing up on Vancouver Island, I had no relationship to the croissant. The closest I’d ever come was a Pillsbury “crescent role” in a cardboard package. I had no idea what a crescent role was, or even that real pastry chefs existed, that there are humans who get degrees in

Here is a french version of my recent publication:

In a European fine arts museum I see another painting of a non-chalant Christ, surrounded by cherubs.  He is resting his left foot on a baby-angel’s head.  Like in many similar paintings, bodies appear to be falling from the sky.  There is no real indication of who is pushing them but we can assume it

I am an Indigenous woman from small town Vancouver Island.  As a Métis child in a white settler state, I think I was programmed genetically with the instinct to flee.  My life was accompanied with the knowing that I had been born in the wrong place, apart from something significant, a small town where life

Writing this book was cathartic for me. I felt a great release at being able to expose Canada’s history of nuclear colonialism, the extraction of Uranium for NWT and Saskatchewan, the harm done to Indigenous people. My family’s history has links to the cold war, to health issues created by radiation and toxicity. High rates