Cheers to the New Year New Year’s Eve. It’s 9 p.m. and I’m on my couch at home with my slippers on and the distant sound of fireworks crackling somewhere
I grew up in rural Alberta where the loudest sounds were the wind combing through the tops of the poplars in the backyard like ocean waves and coyotes yipping at
Life can be harsh. Every time I open the newspaper or scroll through my phone, I see the worst of humanity splashed all over the pages: nature exacting her pound