When everyone with a smartphone can be a journalist . . .
B eing a young journalist, you’re not often surrounded by much optimism about the industry you so desperately want to be successful in. So when…
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Journalism is not dead
The face of journalism is changing. Every day, the field is evolving in its nature as it adapts to societal changes. The notion of a…
Where is the best place to be a journalist?
At its best, journalism is a distillation of facts displayed before the public that allows people to make up their own minds about issues. Ideally,…
When writing fades to black
Writing haunts me like a bad-burrito-and-beer night; it stings my gut, a constant reminder of the denial that I have consumed for well over a…
Trouble with a capital “P” / to print or not to print
The amount of information cutely referred too often to be at our fingertips is overwhelming. Readers need access to information but also some measure of…
Escape from Winnipeg
i was born in Winnipeg. Or rather, the wrong part of Winnipeg. Growing up in the North End isn’t the greatest way to spend one’s…
Elvis in a bell jar
If the city is a blight, and the suburbs a cancer, then the empty husks of brick and mortar must be the atrophied heart, beating…
Winnipeg ghost-fish in winter
Manitoba? it used to be a lake — a sea, nearly, and Winnipeg was a swamp. It teemed with life: fish, mammals, sea monsters. Today,…
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…
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”…