Heather Ramsay

For years, my family worried about how I survived on meat and buns alone — okay, and Safeway-brand cheese slices. Not the ones wrapped in fancy plastic sleeves, but those stacked in slabs (my mom wouldn’t buy Kraft). By the time I was twelve and allowed to turn on the stove, I’d begun making my own grilled…

Eyes wide. Fists clutching bedcovers. Rain hammering at our worrisome old roof. The atmospheric river had woken me again. The roar reminded me of the relentless boulder field we pinballed our canoe through on the Nicola River a few summers ago. Reminiscing about paddling during one of British Columbia’s most catastrophic storms might seem weird, but my husband and I have slid our canoe through many of the southern Interior waterways that have been making the news…