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 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 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 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 Mark Leger | May 2nd 3:21 pm
At the South End community garden in Saint John for the first clean-up of the year...
by Mark Leger | Apr 22nd 2:41 pm
Artist Sarah Jones has been doing a painting a day of a scene in the South End as part of her “100 paintings 100 days 100 dollars” series. She painted our street on day six. Below the image she wrote, “Pagan Place. Coolest street in Saint John? Best possible address? If anyone knows the story behind that street name, please fill me in. I'm picturing solstice dances and bonfires.”
by Mark Leger | Apr 15th 2:40 pm
My children’s bedroom overlooks a wide expanse of asphalt and scrubland on the city’s waterfront. There used to be a sugar refinery there until it closed in 2000.
by Mark Leger | Apr 8th 3:13 pm
A few years ago, community activist and real estate agent Bob McVicar was at a public showing of a vacant building that had been badly damaged by fire. He was talking with a friend who wanted to tear it down and use the lot for parking. To prevent this, he bought the place instead and restored it himself.
by Mark Leger | Apr 2nd 5:36 pm
I stopped by one night, and it was indeed a hub of activity. There was a theatre class for middle school students in the space that used to host church services. Primary school students were doing a class in the basement. Upstairs, there were drum lessons in one room and a private voice lesson in another.