This time of year, the colours at a farmers’ market are over-the-top vibrant, like the slutty girl in highschool with her blue eyeshadow and tight red top. The Edmonton Farmers’ Market is a rich melange of organic farmers, Mennonite and Ukrainian or Polish farmers, and craftspeople. These plaid-shirted organic farmer girls had an especially…

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…