When I was seven years old one of the most popular girls in my grade two class came over to play. I was beyond ecstatic: I basically worshipped the ground that the ‘cool girls’ walked on (they had flourescent leggings with black stars on them! And scrunchie socks! And scrunchies!). So for J. to deign… Read More
for the bees
When I was little, my Mom gradually annexed the grass in our lot-and-a-half yard and turned it into a fantastic garden. Roses, a cherry tree, gladiolas, zucchinis, peas, bleeding hearts, raspberries, and later on a pond with one koi and plenty of plain old goldfish (they get so big when they have space!). For some… Read More
Metis architecture
It can be really funny to stumble upon books about home over here in Scotland. When I browse the ‘Canadian’ section of the University’s library, I briefly pull out books by people I know, finding them incongruous in the hushed, stuffy reading room. What a strange thing to find little artifacts of home all lined… Read More
Dangerous City–Part II
By and large my experiences as a cyclist and pedestrian have been safe and uneventful. After 10 years of walking and biking as my main mode of transit, I am a passionate advocate for these modes of transportation. However, I have come across a few scary experiences that highlight things we need to tackle so… Read More
Dangerous City–Part I
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PIECE DEALS WITH A TIME I WAS CHASED ON FOOT BY A HULKING WHITE DUDE IN A WEALTHY PART OF EDMONTON. A few weeks ago, Vue Weekly writer Leah Orr posted a piece about street harassment. The outcry that followed in the comments was a bit dazzling–many people vehemently asserted that street… Read More
Aberdeen ephemera
