And so it starts….

At the end of a grueling shift my heavy feet make their way out of work. Feeling a bit like a rat on a wheel, I look forward to the brief respite of sleep. My brain suddenly pops and floods with endorphins when I realize after months and months of waiting.. This time next month…

How I Became a Warrior for Mountain Gorillas

Maybe it is because I am going back to Africa in October but I seem to be thinking a lot about my previous trips there. As I was cleaning (read: shovelling out) my bedroom I found this journal entry I wrote while having a cold beer after my first encounter with the Mountain Gorillas. This…

The Passing of an Icon

I got an email concerning The Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, the premier women’s  gathering in the world… well at least in North America. It is the feminist version of Burning Man, the over-the-top testosterone orgy in the desert of California.  I have never been but for most of my adult life it has been there,…