What’s my excuse?
We were born here, what’s your excuse? having moved to Winnipeg almost five years ago from my hometown of Dawson Creek, B.C., this is a…
Features
Winnipeg, what an experience
What can I say about the city known as the ’Peg. This is what I know: muddy waters, the centre (heart) of this continent, “Winterpeg”…
Music you can count on
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…
Our communal backyard
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…
White out
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…
Dear Winnipeg,
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…
Confessions of a transplanted Winnipegger
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…
The glass ceiling
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…
What you need to know
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…
Notes from my top drawer
There is something to be said about brand knowledge. We spend hours of our lives looking at the nutritional content of the foods we eat, where…