My godmother’s daughter, whom I generally refer to as a cousin, texted me during my drive yesterday to warn me that there was a bike rally here in Salmon Arm. She told me to look out for bikes on the highway, which is largely made up of winding, misty mountain passes. I expected something like…
Category: People I’ve Never Met
A Special Type of Person
I’m working for the province for six days this July, marking standardized achievement tests for grade nine writing. It’s mentally grueling, but very good professional development and networking, so I’m glad to be involved. Because the marking sessions take place downtown, I’m taking the city bus to the marking site. I do not drive downtown…
Blue Speckled Pup 