A non-renewable resource

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In which the writer considers her mortality, one square at a time.

One of my favorite Medium writers, the indomitable Julia E. Hubbel, recently wrote movingly about how a return trip to Africa helped to get her adventure groove back and shake off the existential dread of life in a pandemic.

Her piece really resonated for me, and reminded me of an exercise offered in a workshop I attended back…

Recreational writer, collector of antique corkscrews, urban gardener and management consultant to social profit organizations. Proudly Canadian.

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Recreational writer, collector of antique corkscrews, urban gardener and management consultant to social profit organizations. Proudly Canadian.

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