Tag Archives: Antisocial

Lost and Found

It’s always such a downer to see posts on Facebook (or whatever social platform you’re on) about a stolen motorcycle. I remember one, posted by a mom who was evidently distraught for her son. The young lad had worked so hard to save for the bike, only to have some creep take it from their […]

The Gift of Hindsight : dating details

It’s been a really fun week of storytelling, reunions, and celebrations of my 2-year wedding anniversary with Scott! Thursday was the Antisocial launch of Letters to the Editors, so a bit more relaxed for me since I wasn’t representing the library, and really great to see Anna Szaflarski after all these years. But Wednesday night at […]

Letters to the Editors Launch

Just over a month ago in Berlin, my friend Anna Szaflarski launched a book featuring a collection of writings from her self-published journal called Letters to the Editors. My essay on the desert mothers “Women in the Wilderness” was included, and now she’s coming to Vancouver to do a second book launch. So, May is looking pretty […]

2009

Time Capsule

In about a month my good friend Rhianon will be coming through Vancouver for a visit. There are a few reasons why I am really excited about this. First off, she’s the kind of friend that no matter the length of time apart we just slip into comfortable conversation and I feel like she gets me, […]

2014

Future Husband – Idlewood Zine Romance

I was recently thumbing through a copy of Idlewood, which is a zine that I contribute to featuring local ladies who skateboard, ride motorcycles, and essentially get up to random mischief, when I realized that I had the gift of prophecy. Several years ago, I had tampered with a photo of myself by adding a […]

Jimmy, my Triumph

In the summer of 2007 I was motivated to pursue my first motorcycle, a 1979 Honda Hawk CB400, alongside many of my friends. In Vancouver there had been a surge of interest in restoring old Hondas, modeling them into cafe racers, and a group of us girls were not going to be left behind. Canadian […]