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yes, winnipeg is tiny, and that sucks for a lot of reasons. I can’t tell you how often I check imaginary text messages to avoid an ex-boyfriend on the bus. On the other hand,...

my favourite place in Winnipeg is the stretch of Churchill Drive that runs from the pump house just off of Jubilee Avenue and Cockburn Street to the St. Vital Bridge on Osborne Street. It’s...

May 3rd, 1995, “Black Wednesday.” The day this city’s heart and soul was boxed and sold. The day this city was knocked out cold, colder than the strongest blizzard. Defenseless, and torn apart by desert scavengers. The day when we...

I write this letter in hopes to clear the air between you and I. Ever since last summer, there has been an obvious strain on our relationship, and I think I need to address...

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 to wander. Memories of home engulf my brain. Of...

It’s been over twenty years since the term “glass ceiling” entered into the mainstream psyche. Originally, it was meant to be a metaphor for the invisible but often-present barrier that prevents women from entering...

Feminism Some people think that feminism means that women want to be equal to men. I don’t. Why would I want to be equal to a man? Feminism for me is about social justice. It’s...