Culture
On Thursday, after two flights, I arrived in my beloved Huntsville, Alabama for a few days of happiness and work (and warmer weather) and thought to myself, self, I thought, what a beautiful thing it is to be able to work from anywhere. Including on flights when your aircraft offers
Culture
“Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living.” Indeed. But also: “It’s all taking and no giving.” In case you were wondering why St. Dolly had been inducted into not just one but two halls of fame — don’t. She’s just that awesome. She popped
Politics
Who knew a hoodie could be so controversial. When journalist Glen McGregor tweeteda picture of a “Freedom” hoodie at the outlets, I put my tongue firmly in my cheek and retweeted with: “In case you were wondering who to boycott next.” That’s when they went bonkers. Them, you know.
Culture
Today, October 10, is world mental health day. It’s more appropriate than you realize, especially on Canadian thanksgiving weekend. In order to focus on mine I have used the long weekend to rest. Physically rest, I mean. All my best social media friends know I like to run. I
Culture
It was about a month ago that the publicist got in touch to ask if I’d be interested in reviewing this book by Dr. Jean Marmoreo (and co-author Johanna Schneller) on the lessons learned from years of providing medical assistance in dying to Canadian patients. Oh hell yes. I
Culture
In my line of work it is not rare to receive puzzling messages from a wide variety of people. But this one took the cake. “We’re very glad to have you come out to Tuesday Club!,” it said, adding that I should get in touch if I had any
Culture
It’s one of those things you feel you have to watch, even if you don’t wanna. And I didn’t wanna. I’d heard a discussion of the Netflix series based on real-life award-winning investigative reporting into how police had investigated claims of rape by various women in
Culture
My name is Brigitte Pellerin. My full name is Marie Carmel Brigitte Pellerin. I was born in Quebec, of francophone parents, in 1970. In those days in that place, every francophone mostly catholic little girl was named Marie after the mother of Jesus. Marie is a name we all share.
Culture
The cold tile felt painful against my sweaty shoulder. But I needed the support so I endured. I was trembling, my face a most unhealthy shade of green, my lungs unable to do much other than gasp for air. I sat on the floor of the toilet stall, gripping the
Urbanism
Excerpt from the book by the same name, available on Amazon and also on my website. As I write this the contours of the New Normal are still hazy, except for one thing: Whatever it is we settle on for the remainder of 2020 and a good chunk of 2021,