Meet the North

Small stories

Small stories

I started writing again today . “Maybe I can’t see the big picture and maybe that’s okay; the world doesn’t occur for me that way. I see it all through a maze of details: two rusty wrenches to weight a jigging line, a Q-tip carving lines through a drum dancer’s make-up, the slurping of a…

Be changed

Be changed

It’s a rainy Saturday at home in Ottawa, Canada. I grabbed a circumpolar map and some stickers and have been reflecting on my journey around the pole, which began with a trip to Northern Quebec when I was 16 years old. It was a summer road trip with my mum and her friends, and I…