Whenever I’m in London, I make it a point to visit my place of worship. Nope, it’s not St. Paul’s Cathedral, or Westminster Abbey. They’re lovely, but as an Atheist (gasp!) my admiration for English churches doesn’t go much further than the exquisiteness of their towering buttresses, the craftsmanship of stained glass windows or the eerily beautiful acoustics found only…
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. When I was in Kindergarten, it was little stories. Then it progressed into poems, next, letters to Green Peace, (Thanks to my mom for indulging a 7 year whale-loving activist), then it was personal essays, and so on. It eventually bloomed into a full blown obsession with journalism when I saw…
I’ve known since the third grade that I was destined to go to Africa someday. My fascination began the moment I opened my first National Geographic, a vintage issue dated February 1916, with the headline “How Old is Man?” emblazoned across the cover. Interest was replaced with obsession, and the mysteriousness of the continent was both intoxicating and alluring. Never…
This isn’t another Canadian in Cuba soap opera, this is an all out love affair. I remember sitting in a chair at a travel agency, squirming in my seat uncontrollably as my travel partner was busy flipping through a glossy brochure on Mexico. Ugh. Mexico. Been there. Done that. I don’t know what compelled me, but I looked up at…
It seems that an August holiday has become something of a ritual in my house. Over the past two summers, Bali has been my gracious host, but this year, a wedding invitation delightfully curtailed all plans to head East and Europe made its way onto the itinerary. With the nuptials to take place in the idyllic Yorkshire Dales, it was…