Critiquing media is our resistance
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 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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…