I write a column for The Winnipeg Review, an online literary magazine. My first column was published January 18, 2012 and is online here.
In the spring of 2007 we decided that our city life would not be enough, no matter how many karaoke parties we hosted.
Brock and I were renting the penthouse of a twenty-second storey building on the West Coast: if there was a perfect place to be, this was it. Our balcony was the size of most city dweller’s condos, with an uninterrupted view of the Georgia Strait and Beacon Hill Park. We were in our late twenties, had university degrees and good government jobs, and had found each other: we’d done everything we’d been told to do, and were living the dream. Or at least, the dream we thought we were supposed to have.