Mar 1, 2010 Posted by Kim Werker

This is my home.

I’ve spent much of this afternoon trying to write about the Olympics – not in the I-was-there way I’ve been doing, but to sum up my emotional experience of the Games. I can’t do it. It’s too much. But I can sort of cobble some thoughts together. Vancouver is my home. It’s the home I chose for myself and it’s the place where I feel safe. Having felt very much not at... read more

Feb 15, 2010 Posted by Kim Werker

An Afternoon in Downtown Vancouver During the Olympics

Kids, my city is a giant party. We went Downtown yesterday afternoon to see what Vancouver’s like during the Olympics. (We live in the city of Vancouver, but about a half-hour from Downtown by bus or about a fifteen-minute drive. I wrote more about my neighbourhood for the Raincoast Books blog series 5 Things Vancouver.) Most interested in people-watching and experiencing the general vibe, we chose... read more

Feb 12, 2010 Posted by Kim Werker

When the Torch Came to Town

Where Vanoc (the Vancouver [Olympics] Organizing Committee) has done an utterly terrible job of engaging the people of Vancouver leading up to the Olympics, there is one thing that’s made people feel included and excited: the torch relay. Last night the torch went through the University of British Columbia (some hockey events will be held there, including the Canada-Switzerland women’s game... read more

Feb 6, 2010 Posted by Kim Werker

Raindrop Yarn Bombing in Vancouver

Cat and Dog Raindrops 1 by WooWork on Flickr How much do I love this? So much that I’m going to try to swing by to see it this afternoon, at the Davie Community Garden at Davie St. and Burrard St. downtown. More about Howie Woo’s awesome on the Crochet Me... read more

Jan 29, 2010 Posted by Kim Werker

Welcome to Vancouver, World

When Vancouver was awarded the 2010 Olympics, I was a recent immigrant to Canada. I sat in the barely half-full stadium for the live announcement, and when it came I felt my first feeling of being Canadian. I was so proud and excited. The city I’d chosen was chosen by the world. Seven years later I’m no longer wowed by my evolving national identity, the house we’ve lived in for nearly eight years... read more