Tourism Steeped in Tradition

Article originally commissioned by Economic Developers Alberta, and published in Xperience Alberta, two popular investment and tourist publications currently in circulation around the province. You can find the original article HERE. Tourism Steeped In Tradition Alberta’s Indigenous tourism experiences provide a unique combination of history and adventure across the province It’s been said that adventureContinue reading “Tourism Steeped in Tradition”

On Turning 30: Aging Between Friends with Amy Treeshin

In about four days, I’ll be turning 30. And while it’s bound to be strange, being told you’re going to do something your whole life only to actually do it, I can’t seem to place this wriggling feeling I have of wanting to sit down and really ask myself: what does this milestone even mean?  InContinue reading “On Turning 30: Aging Between Friends with Amy Treeshin”

How to Build a Great WordPress Website in Two Simple Steps

As someone who has created and tested a few different WordPress websites for herself, and several to the praise of local and international clients alike, I know how exciting it can be to finally get started on building the website of your dreams! The thing is, in all the excitement, it’s easy to get overwhelmed with the seeminglyContinue reading “How to Build a Great WordPress Website in Two Simple Steps”

Grave Subjects: Emily Storvold on Art, Death, and the Afterlife

Fun shapes, bold colours–certainly terms that describe the visual creations of Emily Storvold. Still, anyone close to her knows that under her more playful layer is a head brimming with philosophical rumination, and more specifically, rumination as it relates to existence. That’s probably why she reacted so positively when I found myself asking: “Hey, youContinue reading “Grave Subjects: Emily Storvold on Art, Death, and the Afterlife”

The Artist’s Lot

“…round…around…around…red, on black, on blue…”  The old painter-woman pauses, her attention listing to the juicy black fly that buzzes around the sweltering, wallpapered room where she lay. She does not watch the fly—cannot, in her growing blindness—but lolls with it, following the sound as it moves from the outer edges of the room’s damp wallsContinue reading “The Artist’s Lot”