The Life Advice John Long Gave Me Before He Forgot My Name

We were drying off from a quick poached swim in my neighbour’s pool, when my 4 year old eyed their slackline, stretched at about three feet off the ground, between two trees. It’s a rock-climbers’ version of the tight-rope. The boy immediately picked up the ski poles lying beside it, and stepped onto the inch-wide…

Allowing yourself to be seen

Post-cancer, Anastasia Chomlack uses her camera to empower women to land more wholeheartedly in their lives. Almost two years ago, in June, Anastasia Chomlack jumped into the hotel shower, on her way to photograph a wedding in Arizona. The then-39-year-old founder of the Whistler Wedding Collective, Gather Creatives and Anastasia Photography had been shooting destination weddings…

Inside the Carver’s Tent

Ryan Scoular is in the final stretch of creating a six metre totem pole for Whistler home. I had the chance to peek in on his process this February, and wrote about it for the Pique newsmagazine. Photos by Ed Witwicki. Ryan Scoular stomps through the snow and zips the tent closed behind us, against…

The Imperfect Table

  Scruffy hospitality, Cook Book Clubs and reclaiming the table I hate owing someone a dinner invitation. It’s so high-pressure. I always thought “imperfectionism” was the character flaw until Brene Brown, the vulnerability guru, outed perfectionism as a tactic people use to protect themselves from getting hurt. Ha! I exhaled smugly, I knew there was…

Put a Word on it: picking a word for 2018

I love the annual word of the year from the various dictionary-makers – for what it reveals about our Zeitgeist. Feminism, youthquake and complicit are 2017’s, from the Merriam Webster, Oxford, and Dictionary.com. But we don’t just have to backcast. We can forecast too. And call down the power of a word, to focus or…

Making Self-Care A Habit (or Eat Breakfast Every Day)

I had a setback. Nothing major. Nothing life-critical. Nothing identity-shaking. I showed up for a class and it had been cancelled. And my day’s plans were derailed. It just required a deep breath, a shrug of the shoulders and a quick pivot. But I nearly burst into tears. I felt kind of undone. I thought…