We could hear the music as we threaded through the trees, down the twisting, rocky path. Fir trees, moss, ferns crowded the narrow trail. The…
Cooking with a Tablespoon of Love
Dr. John Tucker and Sigurn Davidsdóttir Photo by W. D. Valgardson Sigrun Davidsdóttir´s third Beck lecture was a smashing success. Luckily, Trish Baer and John Tucker had…
What Kind of Society Are We? Last weekend, when I was driving to the ferry, I saw one of my old colleagues. We’d been professors…
A troll lived in our cistern. He moved in shortly after my grandfather built the cistern in our basement so my mother would have soft…
They came with a dream. They would leave Iceland and their lives of poverty and privation. They would have land. They would be able to…
I dredged them out of the crawl space. Plastic yellow and red boxes filled with 35mm colour slides, strips of black and white film in…
Time and tide wait for no one. Neither does the Salt Spring ferry. When you spend a lot of time on the islands off the…
In three days, I’ve hiked three Salt Spring Island trails. The first, Assault on Mt. Erskine, is steep, narrow, the rock jutting…
At Geyser, the famous water fountain has refused to perform even though a king waits expectantly. Finally, reluctantly, the king leaves because he has to…
Over the years my father hired many men to fish for him on Lake Winnipeg. Some years he had as many as thirty-five at his…