How to Have an Encounter With Wolves in Canada
Juliana DeverSeptember 22June 231
I wasn’t nervous until I completed reading the waiver. “Why do you need to know if I have any allergies?” I ask Derek, our guide. “This is so the...
Staying in a Tree House When You’re Afraid of the Dark
Juliana DeverSeptember 15April 55
“Squirrel! Incoming!” I yelled up at my friend Rachel who called dibs on the loft bed of our tree house. Our cozy cabin perched or hung, or however it...
“I feel like a Druid, searching for herbs, creating things.” Nathalie Thibault puts what looks like a teeny pinecone in front of me. We’re in the packed...
Why I’m Not Afraid of the Ghosts of Quebec
Juliana DeverAugust 16June 2320
Cold air brushed the hairs on my neck. It was New Orleans in February. But I was also standing in front of a haunted one-hundred-year-old French-style hotel....
The Embarrassing Quest for a Hidden Montreal Speakeasy
Juliana DeverAugust 4April 274
I needed to get into that detective agency. It’s now gone beyond a simple curiosity to a burning desire. “You ladies looking for some weed?” Lightning...
“We tell ourselves that every animal in the animal kingdom builds its own house, but people aren't smart enough to do it. We have to go to college for that,...
Why I Was So Wrong About Philadelphia
Juliana DeverJune 14March 135
“Philly? Why would I ever want to go to Philly?” Until now, characters I knew to be from there shaped my narrow-minded impression of Philly. Rocky, a...
Watching four women lazily swivel around in ergonomically correct office chairs, singing, while two bald dancers writhe on the floor in front of them, I...
At some point I started thinking about cowboys as wild American explorers, but maybe I’m romantically forcing that idea a bit because that’s what I fancy...
Three hours into our eight-hour ride, Bulgaa, the saint of all translators had cajoled the vanload of us to sing horse-inspired karaoke. She managed to...