This is #ProjectNomad

"If this dog survives," I thought to myself as I tilted a water dish to Rosie's lips so she could drink, weakly, from where she lay, "I will bawl like a baby when I see her again."

Salmon Arm, British Columbia. Late September, the middle of the night. After venturing to...

There's an art to a middle-of-the-night, eighteen-puppy pit stop. Done right, it's almost poetic, a synchronicity of humans and dogs, pee pads and kibble, kennels and collars. 

Done right, you can knock off a pit stop in 30-40 minutes. Everyone gets fed. Everyone has a...

Of all the things I imagined doing when I bought my truck, cradling a mama dog on the tailgate by the side of the highway while she nursed her pups was not among them.

And yet, there I was, holding beautiful Emma while her ten newborn puppies clambered over each ot...

"Let's make a pact," I told Alexis, somewhere early in our 3700km rescue dog cannonball run to northern Saskatchewan and back. "No matter how cranky we get with each other, whatever we say when we're sleep deprived doesn't count."

It was mostly me I was worried abo...

"What on earth have we gotten ourselves into?" I asked myself, my stomach churning with a bad case of nerves as I piloted the truck north out of Prince Albert, Saskatchewan early last Saturday morning. And beside me in the passenger seat, I know my friend Alexis was wo...

Yesterday I set out to write a review of the last year of my life, from a professional standpoint, and in the process I came to the realization that I'd actually had a pretty good 2019, creatively speaking.

So now I'm going to try to do the same with my personal life.

It...

I'm not quite where I want to be yet. That's the main takeaway, I think, as the new year dawns.

I came into 2019 determined not to surrender to my frustration with the state of my career. I'd toyed with the idea of retiring from the writing game, but I still loved telli...

I was scrolling through my Facebook Memories today when a post came up from ten years ago that caught my eye.

"Ah, rejection," I wrote, on November 5, 2009. "I wish I could say I've missed you."

2009 was a tumultuous year for me. That summer, I left a good job in Vancouv...

I'd intended to be lazy, once I arrived in Landmannalaugar at the top end of Iceland's famous 57km Laugavegur trail.

I'd completed the trail--and the 25km Fimmvörðuháls hike just to the south--over three days, the last two of them solo, and as I waited for my friends to...

"I'm made for this," I thought, as I descended the last leg of Iceland's famous Laugavegur trail, picking my way across a barren plain of volcanic rock and down into swirling mists and sulphurous plumes toward the trail's end at Landmannalaugar. 

"There's nowhere else I...