My roses and thorns of Winnipeg
As I get ready to leave Winnipeg, it feels only right to offer a final, deeply subjective assessment of the city. This is not a…
As I get ready to leave Winnipeg, it feels only right to offer a final, deeply subjective assessment of the city. This is not a…
I was only two years old in 2003, but looking back, it is hard to shake the feeling that we are back there again, only this…
For years, students in the arts, humanities, environmental studies and other degrees that do not lead neatly to one obvious job have been met with…
What does it mean for Bill 48 to label detention as “care” when it allows 72-hour holds without a criminal charge? This bill is a…
The Canadian men’s and women’s hockey losses at the Olympics were rough to watch. However, the fallout that followed quickly took centre stage, pushing hockey…
The Winter Olympics sell the same fantasy every four years — that sport can float above the world, as if the world will politely pause…
A handwritten letter makes you choose your words, and that choice is a kind of devotion. The moment is almost always the same — a pen,…
Canada’s arms export story is usually told as an overseas one. This story is not wrong, but it is incomplete. A large part of Canada’s…
Every few months, a government discovers that its birth rate is falling and reacts as if it has just found a crack in the foundation….
January always feels like a grind here in Winnipeg. The days are short, routines feel heavier and even when nothing goes wrong, everything still takes…