It’s almost April, which means 4-20 is on its way, and most fellow marijuana enthusiasts know exactly what that means.
Well, well, well. A year has come and gone, and this is my last article for The Uniter! Writing this column has truly been a wild ride from start to finish.
With the holiday season passed and spring on its way, many of us have gone to family get-togethers, and many of us have some coming up.
I’m sitting in a small fluorescent-lit room about to have a conversation I’ve been rehearsing in my head for years now
When white men are in positions of power, is equality and diversity truly possible?
Refugee claims are a pressing political subject these days. With millions of people at risk of being displaced by rising sea levels within the next century, this is an issue that won’t go away anytime soon.
It’s a wildly known (if unproven and untested) fact that the coolest and most cultured of all arts lovers are the music lovers, and the coolest and most artistic of artists are musicians.
As a kid, I was in and out of the hospital so often that the staff became family. I also missed a lot of school. Despite my health, my elementary-school years were great.
It’s the end of November, and if you are as busy as I am, this time of year will be characterized by long hours spent studying in tucked-away corners of the library or days spent staring blankly into the dull glow of a computer screen.
Before I get down to business, I just want to confess something: I am in no way affiliated with CanLit.
People may be familiar with common diseases and illnesses like diabetes, asthma, cancer, cerebral palsy or epilepsy. However, the disease that I live with is not well known or talked about very often, if at all.
Earlier in October, the Parker Wetlands were bulldozed, and a lawsuit was filed against 49 of the land defenders who had peacefully occupied this historic Métis land and ecological zone.
In 2015, a shy Anishinaabek woman embarked on an exciting new journey to explore new destinations.
I live with a physical disability as well as a chronic illness. Both of these terms are fairly well known, but I still encounter confusion from many people about what they mean.
As I walk the length of Centennial Hall, a burning sensation is forming in my bladder. A need to pee! I suppress this bodily function too often, but here I am saved! A gender-neutral washroom is midway down this hall, and, as I lock the stall door, I am thankful that this time I won’t be forced to choose between a binary that I’ve never been able to fit into.
It’s an exciting time to be an Indigenous artist.
“What can I drink there?” can be as big a question for sober folks as it is for anyone else, but our take on the answer is a little bit different.
Most of the times when I’ve really, really wanted to drink, it’s not the alcohol that I crave. I’m chasing a feeling of belonging. Drinking seems to magically grant that gift to everyone else, so why can’t I have some, too?
Even when the misogyny isn’t explicit, there’s an underlying vibe that the archetypical cyclist is able-bodied and masculine.
We still live in a world where being yourself as an LGBTQ+ person isn’t always kosher. It’s a gamble to be out, and you don’t always win.