VICKI'S NOTEBOOK Archives - Vicki McLeod
October 17, 2021
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Here, Little Fishy…

On a macro level, there is a big global change going on. Change happens on the micro level, too. Who is this stress-crafting woman, awake before light to swim in a frigid dawn, sewing as the midwinter afternoon darkens, crocheting by moonlight?
October 1, 2021
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Phases of Pandemic Life: The Stratigraphy of Identity Change

The objects we surround ourselves with express identity or meaning, revealing what matters to us. The things we collect, gather, curate and display speak to us, and also for us.
May 14, 2021

2020 BC-Yukon Flash Fiction Winner

My people came down from the mountains, brittle ghosts armed with blades and hacksaws. They were big eared, small-footed and had red-knuckled hands. They carried no expectations. The men were tough and canny, ready with violence, religiously upright, but secret drunks.
March 2, 2021

The Sea and Me: Wild Swimming

Immersing my body into the cold sea, brings me to the present moment. That moment contains sky and sea, and the wonder of being able to do the hard thing.
May 14, 2020

10 Ways to Cope Compassionately with COVID-19

A recent blog post by Dr. Chris Germer, of the Center for Mindful Self Compassion, is both reassuring and uplifting in the face of the uncertainty posed by the the COVID-19 pandemic.
March 31, 2020

Sharing the Sourdough Love

Back in January, pre-pandemic, my dear friend Fred Armstrong traveled across the Salish Sea to visit us for  a weekend.  Along with his sister Terry, and bountiful good humour, he brought me some sourdough starter.
March 13, 2020

Shared Emotions Online, How The Internet Broke Me

Perhaps you’ve heard the phrase “I broke the internet,” as crowed by those whose posts go viral. Recently, I had the reverse experience. The internet broke me.
October 25, 2017

A line in the digital space

My family recently experienced a loss. I received the call while I was at my laptop, noodling over topics to write about.
September 25, 2017

Bonded by love and experience, we are connected

As I write this, I am in Northern Germany. I am staying with friends in Brunsbuettel, at the mouth of the Elbe River, near the North Sea.