Nora lives at the edge of the forest in Cumberland, BC. Growing up on Quadra Island, she perfected the art of reading and walking at the same time, and now balances her appetite for books with roaming the woods and beaches of islands, big and small. Nora is a lover of the written word in almost all its forms, and has a particular fondness for dictionaries.
When I phone Dave Hall to chat about his Comox Valley-based camera repair business, we struggle through a minute or two of trying to communicate over a bad cell connection […]
Full disclosure: I am a Traci Skuce fangirl, but because one of the things I love so much about the way she writes is her precision and economy of language, […]
I grew up in a house where bookshelves reached the ceilings, with cascading spider plants tucked in among the books. Somewhere near the cobwebbed top shelf, a battered copy of […]
Words by Nora BinghamCover painting by Harry Heine
It’s two in the morning. I just turned the last page of Kim Bannerman’s book, Bucket of Blood. I flip through the last few blank pages, hoping for a shred […]
Escape. Run away. Get lost. Get free. Last winter, when the long stretch of darkness was at its most oppressive, a perfect storm of opportunity provided the light I needed. […]
I have always loved reading, but fell hard for books when I was eight. We were living in an amateur’s converted barn with questionable heat and electricity, and no TV. […]
When I arrived at Material Creative’s studio in Cumberland, an unseasonable rain was falling and the air was cool. Lush gardens led to a building reminiscent of all the hippie […]
Imagine a library. Books lining the shelves, open ceilings, and the wonderful smell of endless possibilities floating through the air. Imagine a place where you can hide away from dull […]
I was raised by an artist. She painted signs, designed graphics, papier mâché’d masks, and rearranged and repainted our living room countless times. Her art hung on nearly every wall, […]
A light rain is trying to fall, but it’s more of a mist in the air that clings to eyelashes and hangs, tremulous on cedar branch tips before falling to […]