Confessions of a transplanted Winnipegger
the lecture notes are unkemptly strung across my dorm room table. My eyes glaze over the content I am supposed to memorize, allowing my mind…
the lecture notes are unkemptly strung across my dorm room table. My eyes glaze over the content I am supposed to memorize, allowing my mind…
A swing and a miss. It was a valiant effort, but in its two-year life span Winnipeg radio listeners remained unreceptive to the pop alternative…
What’s on your mind? This is the question phrased on the homepage of the micro-blogging, social networking giant Twitter.com. Users of the website, along with…
Popularity is an elusive treasure for many. The prospect of wanting to achieve this social status plants its foundation in our brains at a young…
Presuming that we will not be greeted by another fresh dumping of the white stuff in early April; which, dare I say, is probable, the…
Attending concerts has never been my calling. Instead, I had always chosen to listen to music free of charge, by blasting terrestrial radio stations and…
Oh, the Olympics. I heart you. Every two years you return to my lonely grasp, and in my desperate attempt to smile you lead me…
Winter sports are few and far between, likely because many of us want nothing to do with the frigid outdoors. There is hockey, skiing, snowboarding,…
The sun-drenched metropolis of Phoenix, Arizona is a sporting paradise, justifiably benefitting from its balmy climate with such activities as year-round golfing in courses nestled…
Journalists, I have been told, tend to research topics before they confront the required subject matter. I, on the other hand, joined a kick aerobics…