Make dinner. Again. Do it with love. Still. Regret nothing.

I’ve been trying to cook more. You know, evolve beyond frozen pizza and cereal for dinner. A kid pushes you to better yourself, right? I hear it’s called “adulting.” And I’m digging it right now. It’s wet outside, grey – the kidlet and I are baking up a storm, making a huge mess of the…

A Winter State of Mind

It’s not that we don’t love winter. Or look forward to it. It’s just that I’d rather skip the foreplay of fall. Gear porn never really did it for me. I’ll take a little less of the saturating, spirit-slaying, sogginess of the shoulder season and cut to the frosty chase. So, when October arrived, we…

The first rule of Bike Club is tell everyone

“Being a perfectionist in retail, school or business is an asset, but man, try to apply it to parenting? It’s hard.” Bree Thorlakson has the take-no-prisoners energy of someone invincible and a little bit ball-busting. “I’ve always known what I wanted,” she admits. Being taken down by an infant was not part of her game…

The best piece of fireside advice I heard this year

My brother-in-law has an album’s worth of songs, ready to record, although he’s not quite sure how to take that next step. He’s written them all himself – complex, poetic pieces that awe me, make me think that songwriting is really the ultimate craft, fusing lyric and song together. He’s spent years working on them…

Mapping the Mysterious

“The Lillooet River is such a mystery,” says Veronica Woodruff. “It’s so murky. Even where it’s only ten centimeters deep in shallow spots in the middle, you can’t actually see the bottom.” An environmental technician and founding director of Stewardship Pemberton, Woodruff paddleboards the river all summer and lives right beside it. “It doesn’t have…

Saving the Planet with Bee Love

Delores Los brings out a little mason jar of light golden honey. She dips in the stir stick, swirls it around and offers me a taste. Time stops. Seriously, stops. I’ve eaten flowers before. There’s no mouthful of petals that tastes like this. Bees, what wickedly wonderful alchemy do you do? “What is it?” I…

The yoga of stretching my mind

Downward dog is supposed to be a resting pose. Hands on the ground. Feet on the ground. Hips in the air. Head hanging down. Stretching like a dog does after a nap. I fight tightness everywhere – calves, shoulder-blades, hamstrings, jaw. Resting pose, my ass. Lying on the couch is a resting pose. Head dangling…

Offshoots of a Slow Food Cycle: introducing Pemberton’s Beerfarmers

When I call Bruce Miller, he’s busy cleaning up the farm in anticipation of Sunday’s Slow Food Cycle. Hosting thousands of strangers on a farm requires some serious landscaping. Across the Creek Organics, Miller’s fourth-generation family farm, is set to be the heart of the event this year, hosting vendors Thirsty Whale Elixirs, the Pemberton…