Back in March 2021, I blogged about hanging out at The Forks in Winnipeg with musings about where I could teach next. I wrote in both my journal and my blog: "I want to teach again, dammit. God, please help me make that happen." This was preceded by an interview…

Finding touchpoints in times of transition — Today I drove to Steinbach, Manitoba, for the first time in over two years. I had a dentist appointment, and since they were loyal enough to invite me to come back, I drove the one-hour distance from Winnipeg. …

June 1 was the day I promised myself I would have it all figured out. My hard earned efforts to complete interview processes and patiently await committee comments on my dissertation would be rewarded by clarity and a path forward. With one day to go until this deadline, I can…

As I contemplate yet another move (the sixth summer in a row), I’m forced to consider how I move myself without disrupting my sense of home and well-being. I am somewhat nomadic with my annual transitions, yet permanent enough to establish myself in any given place. What is home, exactly? …

The river by my house is an ongoing metaphor for enduring change and process. In Manitoba, the ice begins to melt in March, but the fluctuating temperatures above and below zero will bring it back through the month of April. The water melts and freezes in its own flow, capturing…