This year I became a Permanent Resident of Canada. I feel immeasurably lucky for this because I love this place.
However, it is not my land.
What would you say to a year-long weekend?
The chronicles of farm life.
My back hurts and I have wrinkles.
Specifically, things I've learned recently from books.
On unemployment and the echoing canyon of my self worth.
Does anyone want to play a game of cribbage with me?
And other lessons in moderation, cannibalisation and distractions from a pandemic.
No matter how far I drift into the world, I will never trust ready-made sandwiches.
What do you want to be when you grow up?