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lost in translation

Last May, in downtown Santiago de Chile, I found myself laughing my head off in a brightly-lit diner. It was around midnight and a few of us, gripped by hunger, had sauntered up the street from our hostel to find something to eat. Little did we know the menu would prove more entertaining than the […]

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about writing and travel…

My interview with TravelBlogs.com is up today. Read my responses to questions about the relationship between travel and writing, when I first found my wanderlust and, of course, what advice I’d give to newbies. Then come back and tell me what you think. Does travel feed your creativity? What is inspirational (or not) about that […]

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guide book glitches

Travelling on my own in Argentina a few years back, I read about the ruins of San Jose de Lules, a Jesuit mission outside of the small city of Tucuman. There wasn’t much to do in Tucuman. I barely spoke Spanish and I’d already seen the sights of the town, so of course I decided […]

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the fiction of place

Lately, I’ve been settling into another kind of place: made-up landscapes pieced together in my head and put on the page. I just finished a short story that unravels around and in an abandoned house perched beside a big lake. I grew up on the north shore of Lake Huron, where the horizon line is […]

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we’re doomed

Like a bunch of bullies, the current Canadian power mongers government in power has decided not to invite anyone out of the in-club to the upcoming major important meeting on climate change in Bali, Indonesia. The reason? The last time they invited opposition MPs to an international environmental conference, they were held accountable for their […]

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three times a charm?

It started with a cheap date. On Friday night, Jason and I headed twenty minutes south to the big city of Barrie to treat ourselves to Starbucks and a stroll through the aisles in Chapters. While browsing the remaindered books I found an intriguing one by writer Christine Wicker called Lily Dale: The True Story […]

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going home again

We all have places that we know yet don’t. One of mine is Wiarton, Ontario. It’s where my mother was born and grew up, where my late uncle set foot on the freighters for summers on the sea of Georgian Bay, where my grandfather’s barber shop burned to the ground. Up until I was six and my grandmother died, it […]

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slow going

I realize I am crawling along in the blogosphere these days. While the words launch and ricochet and ping on other blogs all around me, I am in slow motion, watching my brain creep along before anything gets written down. Hence, the desert of days between updates. I know why this is. It’s because I think too much. […]

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file under weird

Coincidence. Serendipity. Whatever you call it, I know it. Intimately. I’m one of those people who might be riding a bus through the wet jungles of Bolivia only to find I’m sitting beside a long-lost cousin. No, that hasn’t happened to me, but lots of other oddities have, many of which I recounted recently in […]

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Clive ‘Scott’ Chisholm: March 5, 1936 – June 16, 2007

My uncle died on Saturday. At the end of a ceremony with my aunt, he lifted his arm to embrace her, relaxed and slipped into peace. It was expected, it was a good death, but that doesn’t make it less difficult for those left behind. I was not prepared for the memories that came flooding […]

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