“Duck,” I shouted to my son, who pedaled his blue-colored cruiser bike a few feet behind mine. I’d rounded a corner on the dedicated cycling path and ridden into a curtain of Spanish moss hanging from an ancient oak. The lacy light green moss brushed my forehead, but given his
“Keep your eyes on the ball,” my dad’s voice whispers as I settle into my stance between the maroon markers and look down at the yellow ball. My dad introduced me to golf decades ago, and even though he is no longer with us, his coaching still guides me on
“Whoo, it’s lunar!” shouts my 11-year-old from the rear seat of the Jeep Wrangler Sahara. White knuckles gripping the wheel, I navigate the rutted, red-dirt track bouncing alongside mammoth boulders and rust-coloured rocks. Windows down, an earthy smell and sprinkle of dust float through the Jeep. We are exploring Garden
After months of online school, travelling only as far as the grocery store, and baking like it was my primary business, I was one of many British Columbians anxious to resume travel once the time was right. In late June, the Government of British Columbia announced Phase 3 in the COVID-19
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