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Resonance
I feel vibrations in my feet when I stand on the stairs, after I’ve come in from a run on a weekend morning. I like to think it is the past residents of this old building buzzing through the place; I close my eyes and imagine they are leaving … Read more →
Clarity: Beyond Crazed Travel Itineraries
Hippy Urban Girl discovers that beyond crazing travel planning and structured itineraries is vacation that truly allows for relaxation and the re-discovery of self.
The Ugliest, Best Tasting Food in the World
Food does not have to look great to taste great. Râpure or rappie pie, found in some Acadian communities in Nova Scotia, may be the best comfort food on the planet in spite of its appearance.
Celebrating the Moment
They say that being in the moment is the key to happiness. Here’s a tale of a brief moment that went beyond happiness, and took our writer to the next level, all in a span of time that can be measured in the intake of a breath.
Maybe a Puppy Wasn’t Such a Bad Idea After All?
Julie reconsiders the notion of a adopting a puppy after her daughter becomes attached to insects instead.
It’s Not Stalking if Everyone’s Doing It
We were stopped in front of a small window. It looked out over the roof of the next building. On the other side of that roof was another apartment complex. Our little hall window lined up with the window of a kitchen in that complex. What are we looking at? Oh. Oh my…
Dirty Fingernails, Aphids and the Holistic Garden
Our health is inextricably bound to the Earth’s health that we have jeopardized. The good news is that, in restoring the earth, we restore ourselves.
Tilikum the Orca, Olympic Protests and Learning from Our Mistakes
A whale who killed his trainer and a Facebook response to Olympic protesters lead our writer to ponder human beings and our approach to the world.
Speed Trap: When Life in the Fast Lane Doesn’t Work Anymore
“I’m sorry,” I tell the cop, wiping my hand furiously across my face. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. It’s just a bad day. A bad, bad day. And this is just one more bloody thing on top of EVERY OTHER BLOODY THING.”
The Woodpile
Memory plus time equals semi-fiction. The trees fell. The wood was stacked. The dreams are my own.
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