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Manitoba is currently in the grips of multiple health crises.
Earlier this year, the provincial government launched a campaign to try and attract nurses to Manitoba.
This year’s capstone issue, the Urban Issue, has a theme of Fractured City.
The face of politics is quite literally changing. With election season ahead of us, campaigning has paved the way for a number of exciting candidates from diverse backgrounds.
As of June 30, 2017, Health Canada approved the first-ever drug for treatment of spinal muscular atrophy (SMA), which is called Spinraza.
This is it, readers – the final chapter of this year’s regularly scheduled Uniter.
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.
Many of the pieces you would usually find in The Uniter are, by most definitions, on the short side.
The other day, I saw my first government-sponsored commercial addressing stigma around opiate addiction.
“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?”
To be clear, the paper itself isn’t melting.
While The Uniter hits newsstands every week, there’s quite a bit that goes on behind the scenes to make each issue.
Wellness seems to pour from every crevasse of the marketing world currently, from chain health food stores, crystal companies, gyms and weight-loss programs to yoga studios, greeting cards and mental health campaigns.
This issue straddles the end of February and beginning of March, a transition from deep winter to end-winter.
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.
It’s been a busy time for students in the cold, cold days of winter.
Strange; odd; peculiar; eccentric. These are the 16th century connotations of the word “queer.”
In Winnipeg, we wear our winters as a badge of honour.
My name is Frances Koncan, and I hate musical theatre.
