I remember one night on a summer camping trip staring up at a perfectly clear sky with my daughter, who was about ten years old at...

I remember standing at the edge of a dusty field in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, watching six little boys play soccer barefoot. They had...

I remember sitting in the backseat of my dad’s beloved Ford pickup, heading from Prince George to Vancouver for our annual pilgr...

Tourism is a mosaic of stories. I was reminded of that very recently on what began as an unplanned road trip. Unplanned, I should ...

They say it takes a village to raise a child. In my experience, that is absolutely true. I have always been grateful for the peopl...

A few years ago, on a Sunday morning, I set out with a few friends on a hike to Nicomen Falls in the Thompson Nicola region, not f...

I love education. I love everything about it. From being the one in the classroom absorbing new ideas to standing at the front of ...

Given my inquisitive disposition, or as my daughter prefers to call it, my “nosey” disposition, I have a habit of striking up ...

“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world.”

Marilyn Monroe said it, and really, who am I to argue? Certainly...

As I was strolling through Manhattan the other day… ok, I'll hit the pause button here, as you may be wondering two things. Firs...

A few days ago, I stopped into a coffee shop in a rural town in British Columbia. It is a place I know well, and I have known the ...

Shakespeare said it best when he said, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

For those unfamiliar with the timeles...