Trust The ProcessI'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...
Small VictoriesI was scrolling through my Facebook Memories today when a post came up from ten years ago that caught my eye. "Ah, rejection," I wrote,...
An Icelandic Saga: Reykjavik NightsI'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...
An Icelandic Saga: Laugavegur"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...
An Icelandic Saga: Hrafntinnusker"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous...
An Icelandic Saga: Free SoloMy flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way,...
An Icelandic Saga: Fimmvörðuháls"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then...
SenselessSome time ago, a young man died whom I didn't know well, but who was good friends with many people I did. His name was Justin Shronk, and...
DiagnosisIt happened very quickly. Last Sunday evening I was in Toronto, boarding the train from downtown to the airport, when my friend Alexis...
This YearAt this time last year, Lucy and I were driving across the snowbound prairies toward Brandon, Manitoba. We had a date with a donkey in...