As I stood at the helm of the ferry cutting through the glassy waters of Lysefjord, the towering cliffs of Pulpit Rock looming overhead, I couldn't help but think how different this was from my usual...
There's something almost ceremonial about the way Vermonters approach their craft beer—a reverence that reminds me of stargazing on clear Calgary nights. As someone who's tracked down celestial bodies...
As a police officer from Calgary now based in Cleveland, my badge doesn't define my entire identity. When I'm not patrolling the streets, I'm exploring the world with a particular fascination for urba...
The radio in my patrol car back in Calgary used to crackle with calls throughout the night, but nothing compares to the symphony of sounds that awakens you in a traditional Zambian village—roosters an...
The moment I stepped off the plane in Wellington, the infamous wind tousled my hair as if to say 'Kia ora' – welcome to New Zealand's capital. As someone who's navigated night patrols in Calgary's w...
The first time I gazed upon a Norwegian fjord, I was reminded of those quiet moments during night shifts in Calgary, where the vastness of the night sky would momentarily make me forget the chaos of u...