A sweat-slicked, overworked deli woman stands before me, arm extended with the weight of poverty and its favourite mystery meat – Devon. With sunken eyes and a tired smile, I get the sense we are both well acquainted with it. My last five dollars is spent and so am I, grocery bags digging into the…
A few years ago, when I was solo travelling the world and crossing paths with women travellers who felt like sisters, I would tell them about my glorious secret dream. My dream to acquire a small island and start a community of only women citizens. There, a few hundred of us would live, create and…