Today I see the wet brick streets And red lamppost shops Of Montreal I smell the green grass of Vancouver I taste the sweet coconut of that sticky bun You bought me from the supermarket behind the climbing gym And the tang of the blood that encircled my calf as I cried happily at the … More I remember!
For all the judges and isolation runners and scorekeepers and belay slaves and banks and cafeterias and silent cheerers and loud gaspers and late night snorers… … More To the parents of competition climbing
When my sister and I were growing up in Fiji and the islands came under their fourth military coup of the past two decades, it was the Canadian flag that saved us. When we moved back to Canada, it took me two years until I would sing the national anthem along with my classmates on Fridays. My soul was … More Thanksgivings of a student of life