Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
I decided to go to the cottage for the weekend because I needed to “get away from it all.” You know. Relax. Recharge. Reconnect with nature. Nature, as it turns out, had not been consulted about this arrangement. I packed Friday morning with the confidence of someone preparing for a casual two-day getaway and the... Continue Reading →
It started with one tiny raindrop. Just one. It landed directly on my forehead as I stepped outside, which I chose to interpret as Mother Nature affectionately booping me on the head. “Aw,” I thought. “A little rain.” That was adorable. Ten minutes later, Mother Nature was apparently trying to drown me. The weather forecast... Continue Reading →
I woke up Wednesday morning with absolutely no intention of achieving greatness. I wasn’t going to exercise. I wasn’t going to meditate. I wasn’t going to journal about gratitude while drinking lemon water and watching the sunrise. No, my goal was much more realistic. Coffee. Pants. Survive. I felt this was an achievable three-step program.... Continue Reading →
High in the Himalayas in 1951, a group of experienced mountaineers stumbled upon something that would become one of the most famous mysteries in the history of cryptozoology. They weren't searching for the Yeti. They were looking for a way up Mount Everest. British explorer Eric Shipton was leading a reconnaissance expedition into the remote... Continue Reading →
At 7:03 on Monday morning, I made a terrible decision. I decided to get my life together. I’d seen one of those inspirational posts the night before. You know the ones. Some suspiciously cheerful woman was sitting cross-legged on a perfectly white bed holding a cup of tea while sunlight gently streamed through the window.... Continue Reading →
I woke up one morning with confidence. That was my first mistake. I stretched, looked around, and thought, You know what? Today I'm going to get things done. Somewhere, the universe spit out its coffee. I had a whole plan. Laundry. Cleaning. Groceries. Yard work. Maybe even organize that one cupboard where I've been throwing... Continue Reading →
There are people who wake up in the morning refreshed. They stretch. They drink water. They meditate. They journal about gratitude. They stand beside a sunny window holding a tasteful ceramic mug while quietly contemplating all the wonderful possibilities the new day may bring. I wake up and immediately wonder what fresh bullshit the universe... Continue Reading →
I went outside to pull one weed. That is important to remember. One. Weed. It was growing beside the front steps, looking smug and disrespectful, and every time I walked past it I thought, I should really pull that. So Saturday afternoon, armed with absolutely no plan whatsoever, I marched outside, grabbed the weed, and... Continue Reading →
Every morning before work, Daniel stopped at the same little deli. He ordered the same thing almost every time: a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a coffee large enough to convince him that being awake was a reasonable idea. And almost every morning, he passed the same man sitting near the entrance to the subway... Continue Reading →
In the early years of the 19th century, along the waterways near what is now Wallaceburg, Ontario, stood the farm of John T. McDonald and his family. It was an isolated place surrounded by woods, marshes and farmland, the sort of landscape where darkness could feel especially deep once the sun disappeared. Toward the end... Continue Reading →
