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I had a flash of cold clarity: is this the phone call that changes the rest of my life?

The Luck Factor of Tonje Kvivik

Tonje has recently signed with Arc’teryx, so I was asked to interview her for a “Welcome to the team” profile. I have never failed to be impressed with the athletes who join this brand’s roster – and Tonje is just as personable and engaging. We bonded so hard over a mutual appreciation for Katie Burrell,…

Lift and drag: on being voted Pemberton’s Favourite Writer

The Best of Pemberton issue that Pique newsmagazine puts out, landed a month ago. Everything is moving slowly in me these days, so it took a while to formulate a response to being anointed Pemberton’s Favourite Writer. As a friend recently shared, compliments tend to make one’s mind explode. Well, specifically the phrase that The…

How do we grow our tolerance for discomfort? Keep asking how.

I read recently that if you want to get to the heart of something, ask the question “why?” five times. (So, parenthood has been preparing me for something!) “I worked in group dialogue for years: often in dialogue to do with conflict and peace,” wrote Pádraig Ó Tuama, poet, theologian and host of the Poetry Unbound…

Speak the Wild Words

Use your words to conjure the more beautiful world your heart knows is possible. Her name was Brooke. It had been a name chosen carefully for her by her father, so when she read that the word “brook” was being struck from the dictionary, along with a host of other words “redundantly” featuring nature, it…

The Language Your Body Speaks

Befriending your self starts with making small talk with your body My father was a pharmacist, my mother a nurse. In my household, we took stale-dated medicine (because it was still good even if it was illegal for him to sell so why waste it) and we were never indulged a day off school unless…

Garlic Planting as Prayer

The fall garlic planting mission has always been accompanied by a prayer, of sorts. An atheistic kind, largely faithless: “Okay then, do your thing.” I’d brush my hands clean of the moist black soil and feel again the improbability of all this growing business – stick clove in soil, anticipate its budding five or six…