Hazel Street. Number 45 is the house number that I have in my brain, though I think they have changed the numbering scheme now. I think the house is gone as well, just in the last few years sometime. We moved from the house on McIntosh in Winnipeg, to Chilliwack, in the BC Fraser Valley. … Continue reading Hazel

It is, I promise, worse than you think. If your anxiety about global warming is dominated by fears of sea-level rise, you are barely scratching the surface of what terrors are possible, even within the lifetime of a teenager today; the young people that are our own children and grandchildren. And yet the swelling seas … Continue reading It Is

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