He leans back from the ceremonial bowl, as if feeling the weight of centuries. For five hundred years, this carved figure has been holding the chafed edges of the container. His worn forehead speaks to its antiquity. Read full story
This article was published in 2000, the last year that Equinox was still in print.
I first see him among pahoehoe. Catching the morning sun, his body is sprawled out among these lava flows that twist and spread like tree roots. The only place in the world to find a marine iguana and he’s not running away. Read full story
This article, initially published in the Globe and Mail, has been reprinted three times.
All I hear is the sound of my own foot, crampon digging into the ice. Ahead of me the rope, slack, swings above the snow. Read full story
This article, initially published in Doctor’s Review magazine, will appear in Katherine’s travel memoir.