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. Theyre jacked up from their foundations, lifted onto trucks, and barged away.
by Andreae Callanan | Apr 30th 3:20 pm
As a pedestrian, I notice obstacles on the sidewalk. But since Cheryl the guide dog moved in, I notice them more.
by Andreae Callanan | Apr 22nd 5:35 pm
Ever since I was a kid, Victoria Park was somewhere you scurried past with your head down. But now I live just a few minutes' walk away. So I've put the word out to my neighbourhood friends: let's stop commuting and take ownership of the park next door.
by Andreae Callanan | Apr 15th 1:28 pm
It's taken me years of bugging my friends, but I have finally started a bulk food-buying club. My neighbour has offered her huge dining room table for splitting up our bags of goodies while sharing a cup of coffee and having a bit of a chat. And what's a better way to build community than hanging out and weighing food while your kids play together in the back yard?
by Andreae Callanan | Apr 8th 1:53 pm
David Guy's shop only fits about twenty chairs, but for now, that's enough. It doesn't take too many people to make Boogaloo, with its guitar-flanked wall and gleaming display cases, feel packed. For a $5 cover, there's an act, coffee, plus treats baked by David's wife, kitchen ninja Chrys Hogan.
by Andreae Callanan | Apr 2nd 5:51 pm
Newfoundland produces virtually none of its own food. In the event of an import-halting hurricane or the zombie apocalypse (who knows?), we're good for omelets, and not much else.