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I want to live my life with the hope and conviction of a six year old in superman pajamas. When my brother was six years old, someone gave him a pair of superman pajamas. These were in the days of Saturday morning cartoons when the two of us soaked up every episode of Super Friends,…
At nine years old, my niece might just be the wisest and most creative person in the room. There is something about spending time with a nine-year-old that returns you to your own inner child. Sitting at my sister’s kitchen table helping my niece pour glitter into a butterfly-shaped soap mold, I am struck by…
Books are like a best friend, there for you when you need them. Easy to pick up where you left off, and able to make you both laugh and cry in the same sentence. I am a chronic book hoarder. There is a pile at my bedside table, another in the living room, a stack…
I ran up a mountain and learned something about myself in the process I stood on the edge of Xwaaqw’um (Burgoyne Bay), my friend Andrea beside me. I was struck by the brilliance of fall, with leaves of orange and red, a soft mist over the water. It would be a peaceful scene if not for the…
