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.
When I set out to write a piece about safe spaces, I quickly realized something: I had no idea what a safe space really meant.
The perception people often have of someone being successful usually goes hand in hand with seeing that person as happy.
When my house burned down at age 13, I assumed that all material evidence of my childhood was lost forever.
Another election has come and gone, and I think I speak for everyone when I say, “Yes, but what about the next episode of Riverdale?”