I was raised in rural Ontario and spent my summers camping with friends-like-family while listening to my dad play bluegrass on his 1950s Gibson.
My mom taught me where to find wintergreen, how to make paper from tree bark, and that there’s magic to be had in the forest; because of my dad I can change a flat tire, filet a fish, and play crib.
I’m terrible at each of those things but I love them all.
In 1997 I packed a suitcase, bought a one-way plane ticket, and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia. Ten years later I found the Okanagan, and now I’m here. I have a spoiled rescue cat named Tippy, a track car that needs way more work than I bargained for, and far too much wine.