I will confess that I read more books than I watch movies, but I do have a couple of favourite movies that have inspired my travels and just might inspire your next trip too.Read More
When I was 14 years old, my family sold everything and the four of us (Mom, Dad and my sister Jennifer) moved aboard a 35 foot sailboat. We left Nova Scotia in November 1986 and the impending winter weather chased us down the east coast of the United States. We spent six months cruising the outer island of the Bahamas – the travel brochures don’t lie, it really is that beautiful – before wintering in Florida and then returning to Canada.
That was a basic account of our journey, but of course the trip was so much more. I left as a child and returned as a young adult. Through challenges and hardships, I gained strength and independence that has served me throughout my life. But the trip, was also very hard on my family and the fractures that formed during that time have yet to fully heal.
As I was trying to figure out how to tell my story, I sought out memoirs about sailing trips to see how other authors handled their stories. The best stories convey the personal voyage and the actually sailing trip is the itinerary. Here are five of my favourite sailing memoirs.Read More
Toronto is a modern, bustling city with a wide range of modern attractions and sights including museums, galleries, sports venues and shopping malls. But if you know where to look, you can enjoy some only-in-Toronto activities.Read More
Summer is nearly over and that means that those of us living in Canada and northern US are already thinking about escaping harsh winter conditions by seeking out warm weather escapes. But there is an alternative to the high priced winter getaway – travel to locations in the off-season.Read More
Uneven tufts of brown grass spread out for miles around me, interrupted only by a dry creek bed. I was wandering down a gravel path on the Corte Madera Marsh. Ahead of me a jogger was getting smaller and smaller and his heels kicked up small clouds of dust. In the distance, a smokey haze, not fog, hung over San Francisco Bay as a result of wild fires that raged in the California interior. It was August 2015, and the Book Passage Travel Writing and Photography Conference had wrapped up for another year. I was excited about all that I’d learned, but also a little forlorn. I was already missing the people I’d met but also uncertain how I was going to take everything I’d learned and turn my dream of being a travel writer into a reality.Read More
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home. Wilderness is a necessity.”
~ John Muir
I passed through a narrow opening in a thick hedge and descended a set of stone steps placed into the earth. I entered onto a small lawn surrounded by dense bushes and mature trees. The rich smell of earth and trees filled my nose. Inspects buzzed. The thick foliage hushed the drone of cars and shriek of sirens above me.
I’m just a few steps away from Yonge Street and Lawrence Avenue. Although I live in downtown Toronto, I’ve taken the subway to midtown in search of the tranquility that I could never get at the more popular, crowded parks, such as High Park. Alexander Muir Memorial Gardens is named after the composer of “Maple Leaf Forever,” Canada’s second, unofficial anthem. Fitting, as I was visiting on Canada Day.Read More
Growing up on Cape Breton Island, my sister and I spent many summer afternoons swimming in the Bras d’Or Lake. We had our own little stretch of beach and a diving platform that my father had built anchored a short distance from shore.
We dumped our towels on the beach and raced down to the water’s edge. My sister was always first into the water. She would stride right in and then she would be happily splashing around in the water, teasing me as I inched my way into the almost cold water.Read More
I’ve long had a fascination with the sea. Odd, since for the first six years of my life I lived far in land. The only “sea” I knew was a vast sea of corn fields that surrounded three sides of our house on the outskirts of a small village in southwestern Ontario. In spring, the wide open fields would be studded with green shoots that over the course of the summer would grow taller and taller, until their golden crown of tassels soared over my head.Read More
Welcome back to my blog! If you’ve been here before, you’ll know I’ve been offline for many months. If you’re new here, welcome! I’m grateful to everyone who stops by and reads my words.
On the surface, I’ve spent the last couple of months figure out what the focus of this blog should be — journal writing, travel writing or even communications/marketing writing, which is how I make a living. In reality, my struggle over the last couple of months has been much deeper.Read More