Editorial

English class tends to bury the lede. There are well-settled questions within the realm of spelling, syntax and synonyms that make up the purpose of English Language Arts: What does it say? What does it...

Spring feels like an iced coffee. It’s a startling wake up call: suddenly, you look around and the wind doesn’t sting as much, there’s more birdsong than there was yesterday, and the sky is...

Right now, I find myself in Toronto, teaching people how to make pottery on the wheel. This process is truly fascinating and holds deep meaning for me. Making vessels is more than just creating something,...

In the delicate fabric of existence, life is like a thin thread and a fragile dance between breaths. With constant reminders that our presence here is transient, the next heartbeat is never promised. Our...

In the Manitoban office, scrawled with red EXPO marker upon a gigantic white board, looms a very important clause: “Words mean things.” From this, I glean inspiration. As somebody on the verge of graduating with...

It was a random Tuesday in primary six when the head teacher, Mrs. Joy, had split the entire school in half. Girls headed to the auditorium while boys were escorted to begin P.E. earlier...

Can I offer you some constructive criticism? Many readers may reflexively cringe at that question, which makes sense. For many of us, criticism feels primarily like a threat. As someone who relies on student loans...