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For the love of our wild spaces
Summers, for as long as I can remember, have included the wilderness, forests, lakes and oceans. Many weeks and nights were spent slapping bare skin as mosquitoes snacked on me, staring at the stars and wiggling in sleeping bags. While my mom worked, my dad would cart us off to Strathcona Park and we’d paddle…
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Things I Love About Kat Stratford
There have been few female characters in a teen movie or TV show that have been as amazing as Kat Stratford. Ok, this is a fully biased opinion because I LOVE 10 Things I Hate About You. From beginning to end this is one of my favourite movies, and not just because I am and…
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Here’s to bad summer jobs
I think it’s the Leo in me, but I love summer. All year I long for sun, heat and an opportunity to wear my summer dresses. With the delicious berries and veggies appearing at the market, I started thinking about how I used to spend my summers in my teens and early 20s, and remembered…
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An ode to LiveJournal and spilling our guts on the Internet
Whenever I hear a nonfiction writer or memoirist talk about referring to their old journals and diaries that they kept religiously, I almost always take a moment to curse past Megan who always had trouble with self-discipline and therefore was a spotty journal keeper. She tried, she really did. So much money was spent on…
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Finding myself in the pages of books
I’ve been a reader since I was a kid. As I read, I would find cultural references that were either not of my generation or not part of the community I grew up in, but I’ve noticed something, and maybe it started when I was listening to the radio while driving in Vancouver about 10…
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Mixed CDs, Napster and the 90s/00s
At one point I had a hefty, three-ring binder type thing with pages and pages of CDs. Remember those? My CD collection included hundreds of albums by musicians and bands of all genres and eras. And the back pages were full of silver CDs without official names or artists on them. Instead, I (or one…
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Maybe this is a love letter to the 90s and early 00s
This might be a blog about how we’re a product of our environments. I grew up in a middle-class home on Vancouver Island, British Columbia. The oldest sister of two sisters. I grew up going to church on Sundays, until I abandoned most things related to religion so that I could sleep in on Sundays…