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?”
Eating food from another culture has become a common example of cultural appreciation. Unsurprisingly, however, when we consider bell hooks’ writing on “Eating the Other,” it isn’t so simple.
Halloween is upon us, and it’s a time for costumes, pumpkin carving, pumpkin-flavoured everything, Halloween parties and trick-or-treating.
The desire to go back and redo some, if not all, of one’s life is a feeling that seems to emerge often when reminiscing about the past.
I used to think that to know home was to learn my mother’s hands - her repertoire of creation forever connected to homeland.
A child born with a physical condition like Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) may have the typical childhood dreams of being a firefighter, doctor or astronaut. As they grow, they realize that being in a wheelchair and having a condition that weakens their muscles means they have limitations to what they can do.
This summer, I had the great opportunity to do research with the Museum Queeries project – a research collective that looks at queer representation in museums. Through the course of the summer, my research interests quickly veered toward representations of transgender identities and gender non-conformity within archives.
The leaves are changing, the air is getting crisp (when it isn’t smoke from forest fires), and everyone is gearing up to go back to school! Except me. And maybe you?
There is one space that we cannot escape, that is always with us, constantly mediated by our perceptions of self and how others perceive us. This space is our own body.
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.