A Canadian escape

Nelson dog park

I need another one! It was a long six months of living in the United States, not being allowed to set foot on the Great White North, my Canadian homeland. Those were the rules, though. As long as I was waiting for my Green Card, I wasn’t allowed to leave the States. If I did, […]

Escape to the ocean

rockaway beach oregon

I have chronic insomnia. It’s been going on for more than 20 years. As a newspaper reporter, I stared at the ceiling instead of sleeping, worrying about typos or misspellings in my copy … knowing that our readers — especially the ones I called my friends — wouldn’t miss the opportunity to jump down my […]

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No trespassing: A followup on the Kelowna hippie commune

I never wonder why I do this. I’m intrigued by the history of the areas I live in, how people lived in another time, and why they up and leave their homes, abandoning what may have been precious items. I make up stories in my head, some of them inspired by Criminal Minds episodes, and […]

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Photo gallery: Camping at Chatcolet

We just spent our third weekend camping! That’s three times already this year, doubling the amount of times we’ve been camping with My American since we started dating in 2010. We’ve done two trips to Bumblebee near Kingston, Idaho, and our most recent  was to our regular Memorial Day haunt, Chatcolet at the southern trip […]

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From the archives: I’m hip to the Great Plains

Almost three years ago, we were cruising down a dusty South Dakota highway. It was hot as hell in early July and the three of us — me, Shep and My American — were bound for Nova Scotia and M.A.’s first opportunity to meet my family. He and Shep were about to be exposed to a […]