Editorial

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...

From my first introduction to political satire as a child in Mad Magazine and This Hour has 22 Minutes, political and social commentary have always been among my main interests. I steer conversation toward...

My seventeenth birthday was a Friday, which meant I had to (got to, really) spend my evening at Center Ice Arena. At this point I had been skating for almost eight years, had been...

The experiences I’ve carried with me from a life in and out of various states of poverty were ones I frequently felt alienated by. I was fortunate enough growing up to have created a support...