I first became enthralled with the concept of leaving traces in public space when Chilean-Canadian ceramics artist Monica Martinez told me about her time in art school.
A lot of people have probably heard the term personal support worker (PSW) but may not know what that job entails or how important these caregivers are.
I have a scar behind my right knee that I got when I was 12 and tried to break up a fight between two neighbourhood cats.
In order to get a sense of how Winnipeggers were thinking about trees during the first couple decades of the 20th century, I returned to local newspaper archives.
Like many other introverts and book lovers, I have fond memories of public libraries from a young age.
Over the past year, I have been learning about the history of colonialism on the prairies, and I have begun to wonder: how do trees fit into the early settler vision for the plains?
What do you think of when you think of tables? Does the physicality of being seated at a table invoke memories of shared meals? Leisure? Meetings? Work? Your imagined self at a table is always characterized by context: where you are, who you are with and why.
With the federal election coming up on Monday, Oct. 21, it’s important to understand how a conservative government would affect people with disabilities and chronic illnesses.
It’s difficult to ask others for help. It’s difficult to admit you don’t even know how to begin fixing a big problem.
A few years ago, while working as a research assistant, I stumbled upon a photo of an early version of the St. Boniface Cathedral and the Grey Nuns’ convent. My first thought was: Where are all the trees?
In these difficult times marked by heightened feelings of displacement, disillusionment and austerity, it is essential to foster pleasure and joy.
A few months ago, I sent a message to a high school best friend who I hadn’t talked to in more than five years.
As of June 30, 2017, Health Canada approved the first-ever drug for treatment of spinal muscular atrophy (SMA), which is called Spinraza.
The other day I called a crisis line. A volunteer answered: Hi, how are you doing? How can I help you?
“Food is a time machine.” These words by Suresh Doss have been echoing in my mind since listening to Episode 63 (“Eating our way through Toronto”) of the Racist Sandwich Podcast. “It’s a conduit to a certain time and place,” he says.
“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?”
A lot of talk around sex positivity foregrounds sexuality as inherently a good thing – something to not be ashamed of and even as a way to enact self-love and community-building.
My name is Frances Koncan, and I hate musical theatre.
Food is a multi-sensory experience that can transport us elsewhere.
Humans and animals have been forming unbreakable bonds for centuries.