Concubines and conquerors
Winnipeg author Margaret Sweatman’s book, The Players, is not something I would recommend for my mom to read. That having been said, I loved reading…
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Come together, right now
It would be hard to imagine how a Stitch and Bitch event fits in with Stephen Harper’s description of artists as a bunch of snobs…
Jets grounded
The Jets are coming! The Jets are coming! Well, hold on there little Jimmy, not so fast. While there may indeed be a team moved…
Never give up
Allow me to commence this “comment” with characteristic self-absorption. Perhaps this is self-evident, but I am a man of eminence, of success. Indeed, my appetite…
Worst Halloween treat ever!
By far, the worst Halloween treat ever is walking out onto your front door on a chilling Halloween morning, only to discover that your front…
This must be the place
“Where is here?” To Winnipeggers it is a query that haunts our collective psyche. It is forever glued to the dashboard of our mind, taunting…
That girl is poison
The person responsible for changing stage sets must have gone home following this opening performance of Strong Poison, and taken a bath in Absorbine Jr.,…
Renaissance Womyn
She stands in a small room, exuding confidence. Wearing a baggy hooded sweatshirt and black pants, her grey hair is cut into a shaggy style…
All the city’s a stage
At first glance, theatre is an archaic art form, utterly outdone by its more glamorous and accessible counterpart, film. Why, then, is it important that…
All your lanes belong to us
Have you ever been hit by a car? I have. In fact, I’ve been hit four times; three times while riding my bike. My most…