Barb has written for several magazines, including the Walrus and Reader’s Digest; written and recorded mini-documentaries for CBC Radio; and created content for annual reports, newsletters, marketing campaigns, and more.

Here’s a short list of some of her writing work:

Busy as a Bee, Tenth to the Fraser. Excerpt: Mason bees seem rather unbeelike, actually, especially when you first meet them. For one, they don’t live in hives. Mine nest in a little bee house with a shingled roof. Inside the house are cylinders formed by stacking trays, where the female bees lay their eggs. These cylinders can also be paper straws or tubes. While drilled-out wood is also possible, it’s much easier to use the trays because you can separate them for easy cleaning in the fall. In the natural world, mason bees nest in hollowed-out twigs or the abandoned nests of beetles or other critters.

The White Line Through Hell, The Walrus. Excerpt: If the heat bothers six-foot, 172-pound Hawke, it doesn’t show. I first interviewed him in 2004, two weeks before his initial attempt at Badwater. He’s a master of heat training, with a solarium and collapsible sauna on his back deck. When the temperature reached his ideal of 58°C, he opened the sliding door just enough to let us and a tray of water bottles through, careful not to allow any heat to escape. As he ran on a treadmill, I attempted to take notes. Sweat trickled into my eyes, flowed down my arms, and pooled on the paper. My hand stuck to the page. I gave up, leaving the interview to the tape recorder. Within fifteen minutes, I’d had enough. Hawke had yet to break a sweat.

10 “Bad” Things That Can Be Good for You, Reader’s Digest. Excerpt: If youdespair over the thumping soundtrack blasting from your teen’s room, you may be surprised to learn it could be doing him some good. There’s scientific evidence that the greater the music’s intensity, the more pleasure it brings, according to research from Britain’s University of Manchester.

Lacrosse in New Westminster: It’s All About the Bellies and a Floor, West. Excerpt: That myth is my first conscious memory of lacrosse. I was just a kid,  growing up in Brandon, Manitoba, home of the Wheat Kings hockey team (who often played against the New Westminster Bruins in the very same Queen’s Park Arena). I wasn’t much of a hockey buff, however, so I was excited when I came across what I thought to be a juicy bit of trivia: hockey wasn’t Canada’s national sport; lacrosse  was. I carried that bit of information with me for years, introducing it into a discussion whenever it seemed relevant. It wasn’t until 2006 that I found out the truth about this and many other myths about lacrosse.

Sorting Through Life, Tenth to the Fraser. Excerpt: When we die, someone has to sort through and make sense of what’s left of our life: every single thing that we gathered and stored over the years. As the parent of an only child, I didn’t want to saddle my daughter with that burden. . . Then I read Marie Kondo’s Life-changing Magic of Tidying Up. The premise? Get rid of stuff first, then organize what’s left. The simplicity resonated with me, and I dove right in.

Sushi: On a Roll, Flavours. Excerpt: Sushi goes back several hundreds of years, through a variety of incarnations. Older versions consisted of cured fish marinated in rice and salt, but only the fish was eaten. Over time, the preservation process was shortened to about ten days, allowing the rice to be eaten before it fully fermented. When vinegar was added to the rice to hasten fermentation and prevent raw fish from going bad, oshi-zushi—or pressed sushi—was born.

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