October 10, 2020: Countdown

On August 16, I said good-bye and began my very slow journey back to the west coast. What a change it’s been, after weeks of driving and working, to now have a pause in Calgary. Yet even entering the bosom of familiar territory and family, there is unease.

A mirror from Malawi

Their clothes are well-worn and tattered t-shirts, pants, and dresses, some badly ripped. Their feet are bare, of course, and they have the range of expressions any group of children would have when faced with a novel stranger: shy, eager, bold, cool, playful. Some of them seem very curious [...]

From the outside, from the inside

After a short time of arriving in Lilongwe, I noticed that I was not really seeing black people in the same way I saw white people. I wasn't seeing them as people with whom I could be in relationship, or as my equals. It was as if we co-existed in parallel, but different, worlds.

Underground

In 2010, I bought a 1994 dark blue Jeep Cherokee, packed all my belongings into a small U-Haul trailer, and drove from Vancouver across Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and Ontario. Ten years later, recent events have me reflecting on one particular experience along the way.

Displaced

I'm sitting in a backyard in Cambridge, Ontario, looking over the millpond on Speed River, watching the water’s cold, viscous swirls. As I sit, I listen to the low tones of a large pentatonic chime...