Mmmm, Donuts

After a rather long week that could be best described as a glorious dumpster fire, I decided that the only way to recover was to treat myself to some donuts. To be honest, I would have much preferred treating myself to an adventure that involved a plane and a far away land, but given the…

Adjusting To Our New Normal

It has been just over two weeks since I packed up my office and began working from home – an effort to physically distance myself from students, staff, and faculty to help flatten the curve of COVID-19. This is how I’m adjusting to our new normal.

Doing Our Part

Social distancing needs to become the new Netflix & chill. Everybody should be doing it.

The Year That Was

It seems that while travel was still a major component of my life in 2019, I was shockingly domestic. That is, I seem to have spent a significant amount of my year (and money) dealing with home improvements. Who have I become?

The Irish Are A Rather Friendly Lot

My second day in Dublin began at The Lovinspoon with a hearty bowl of porridge smothered in bananas, blueberries, and dried nuts and fruits, as well a fantastic americano. It was exactly the type of breakfast that I needed given the sleep-deprived wanderings of the previous day.

A Perfect Storm

When I stepped out of the plane last Wednesday, I took a moment to enjoy the fact that I was back in Rigolet. The air, crisp and cold, felt good on my skin.

The Ghosts Of Christmas Past

I woke up several hours ago despite my best intentions to sleep in. And while everyone else is still dreaming of sugar plum fairies, I’m sitting here with a freshly made coffee watching the snow gently fall outside the window. I’m cozy and warm, and I have exactly zero things that I have to do…

Christmasing

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! And as such, it’s time for me to pack up and head off to an undisclosed destination for a few days of rest and relaxation. There will be food. There will be scotch. And there will be napping.

A Not So Ordinary Day

If you are following me on the Twitters or any of the other various social media that I frequent, you’ll probably already know that yesterday was a rather not so ordinary day. After flying to Vancouver Thursday night, Nic and I were up early Friday morning to head to Maple Ridge.

One More Day

The last several weeks and months have been rather hectic. Between planning for the Indigenous Mapping Workshop, finishing up a massive grant application, writing and editing papers, and trying to tie up loose ends before I head on sabbatical, it’s been a whirlwind.

If Your Friends Jumped Off A Bridge…

If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you? I could almost hear my mom saying this to me when Nic first informed me that we were only about an hour away from a potential experience of the bungee kind. Traditionally meant to make one rethink their follow-the-pack mentality, in my case, the memory of my…

The Weirdening Continues

Remember how I wrote just the other day that my life is weird, but not in a bad way? And how I wrote over a week ago that I had a series of half-finished stories that I promised I’d talk about when they came to fruition? Well, tomorrow one more of those stories comes to…

My Year Is 5 Hours Shorter Than Your Year

So it’s December 31st and the final hours of 2017 are quickly tick-tocking by. In fact, London, England will ring in 2018 in slightly less than 3 hours from now. Of course, because of the space-time continuum, or perhaps time zones, this means that my year will be shorter than your year. Because that’s how…

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Vacation

After a week in Quebec City taking part in the Arctic Change conference, I quickly sauntered back to Guelph to snuggle Elliott, do my laundry, repack my luggage, and return to Pearson International Airport with Corey. And after 7 hours strapped into a rather swanky shiny metal lawn dart, we safely arrived in London, England.