by Wayne Chan | May 3rd 11:55 am
My daily commute is like a small gear of mechanical time, of epicycles upon epicycles, where days turn to months and to years, and the seasons cycle through. The rhythms of time are constant, but the changes they bring are not.
by george ilsley | May 3rd 1:44 pm
The neighborhood of Broma in Vancouver (around Broadway and Main) used to have salmon streams and a temperate rainforest. Now it has hipsters.
by Brendan Harrison | Apr 12th 12:54 pm
When white supremacists moved into my neighbourhood, I was forced to reconsider what community meant to me.
by Monica Meneghetti | May 2nd 11:45 pm
Queer Banffites come in every stripe but, like other wildlife, most of us are well-camouflaged.
by Christin Geall | May 3rd 10:16 pm
In my neighborhood, houses float out to sea. They’re jacked up from their foundations, lifted onto trucks, and barged away.
by Paul Dechene | Apr 30th 11:44 am
Connaught school, the oldest in our city, will likely be torn down, its kids moved into something modern. My daughter cried at the news. And rumour is a picturesque shop on 13th has to go to make way for condos. And on the edge of Cathedral, the Plains Hotel was torn down two years ago to make way for a condo-hotel tower—tallest building in Saskatchewan we were told... Still waiting.
by Paul Dechene | Apr 22nd 11:01 am
On my way for sushi last week, I noticed a store front that was vacant just a couple weeks ago was now occupied. Hanging over the sidewalk, there was a large sign with a buffalo painted on it. Buffalo? Buffalos are cool.
by Paul Dechene | Apr 15th 10:29 am
The Cathedral Village Arts Festival is about five weeks away. This! I think to myself every year. This is what I want Regina to be like all the time! Art lining the streets. Food from every nation available at every corner.
by Paul Dechene | Apr 8th 12:46 pm
A denser Cathedral means restaurants can thrive here. And I hate to sound like my satisfaction with a place is determined by my stomach… but it kind of is.
by Paul Dechene | Apr 3rd 8:52 am
My son is two and he loves trucks. I don’t get it. Our family doesn’t even own a car but he’s fascinated by anything with a motor. To satisfy his preoccupation, he and I have spent a great deal of time over the last several months standing around outside our local Safeway watching the heavy machines tear it down and rebuild it.