So. What. Will. You. Eat. asks my neighbour rather anxiously as she drives me to the Remote Island’s ferry on my way to a 3-day kayaking excursion. She knows how I am about food. How I arrive on this island with a small suitcase of food supplies then head into town the next day…
I’ve been thinking about neighbourliness. It’s a cumbersome word for what goes on on this island. My first day here, J, gruff yet kind-hearted neighbour from across the way, appears on the porch as P and I drink wine, recovering from the trip from Vancouver. He never drops by, but he saw the lights…
It’s been a week of beautiful activism and courageous resistance. As a counterforce to media images of supposed violent protest, here are some pictures of folks of all ages and sexual orientations demonstrating against the G20 and then, after the largest single mass arrest in Canadian history, protesting police brutality. An image of innocence,…