Ten seconds with David French

The summer I turned 13, my parents and I, and my older brother Stan, moved from the heart of Kitsilano, on the edge of UBC’s Endowment Lands, to Frenchman’s Cove, Newfoundland. Population: 200. I spent my formative teenage years growing […]

On getting away from it all…

Hoo boy. You should have seen me in mid-December. I was a mess–making dumb mistakes, being forgetful, generally quite useless. I’m a little embarrassed to admit, it actually. Truth was, I was suffering from burnout. The last three very busy […]