In the past two weeks, while awaiting the arrival of our second son, our first was finally learning a love of the outdoors. The local council in Nuuk runs a series of free activities and courses, particularly for kids on their summer holidays. So we excitedly signed him up for an ‘experience nature’ course run …
I frowned, pressing my fingers into the soft, dark soil. “They look a bit droopy, don’t they?” asked my husband, unhelpfully. “Yes, but they’re still damp,” I replied, though concerned about these slightly sad looking pepper plants in the windowsill. One of our neighbours had made the potentially fatal error of asking me to care …
The cold sting of rain blew relentlessly on our faces as we trudged down the hill to the bus stop. My son pulled his hood further down over his furrowed brow. “Isn’t it supposed to be summer?” he muttered, waving one hand generally in the direction of…well everything – the heavy clouds, the buffeting wind, …
“I need to send a picture of my penis to Kate*,” said my husband. I looked up slowly from my laptop. “Why do you need to send her a picture of your penis?” I asked. “I need another one,” he replied matter-of-factly. “The one I have is too big. I need a smaller one.” Seeing …
The tide is low as we creep through thick fog toward the small harbour of Napasoq, a tiny settlement on a rocky island fifty kilometres southeast of Maniitsoq on the west coast. We pass the deserted pier jutting out from the rocky shore, towering over the still shallow water, and pull up alongside a ramshackle …
Photo by freestocks on Unsplash The boat pulls away, leaving the three of us standing silently in the sand by our rucksacks, watching its retreat, the cold, mirrored water swashing back and forth on the shore. Soon there are only ripples and the cool, wet air closes around us. Looking up the hill, where we …
In the darkness, the walls reverberated, and I stirred in my bed. In the dark, I could hear my son’s soft breaths. His mouth hung open, his head heavy on the pillow beside me. My husband, quarantined after returning from abroad a few days ago, also lay awake in our son’s room next door. The …
If there were tumbleweeds in Greenland, they would have been blowing down the street today. Instead, the snow blew low along the frozen ground and twisted around snow heaps at the roadside. On my way to the supermarket, I passed one person, arm over her forehead, body pressed into the wind. The supermarket was almost …
Living in a remote place is a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, we are by our remote nature, somewhat shielded from a contagious virus. On the other hand, once it arrives, remote communities with limited health care facilities at the best of times are likely to be unable to cope. Only on …