Nuit Blanche stories
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I have been to the Winnipeg Art Gallery only three times in my life before Saturday night. I can say with absolute confidence that Nuit Blanche at the WAG was unlike anything I had...
Variety aplenty at FemFest
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On Sept. 17, I had the pleasure of attending the opening cabaret for FemFest. FemFest is an annual, weeklong Winnipeg festival that showcases women in art, organized by the theatre company Saravati Productions and...
Gifts from the heart
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every winter, i hear a lot of grumbling about how Christmas has been commercialized. “Gifts should be from the heart,” people say. “Not big box stores with giant price tags.” I completely agree. Strangely,...
Our communal backyard
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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...
The gold handbell
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There once was a young girl who lived in residence at the Canadian Mennonite University in Winnipeg. One day while walking to class she heard a mournful sound — like a child crying.
She followed...
Getting inked in iceland
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I guess my tattoo story begins with my parents. Fads, wants and desires begin somewhere. Instead of rebelling against society and deciding that a tattoo would be the height of social mayhem, I grew...
Don’t let school stress interfere with your relationship
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It’s said that for every hour in class there is up to three hours of studying and homework that needs to be done. For the full time student, these hours can really add up....
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