The awkward years of adolescenceâweâve all been there. For many of us itâs an aspect of our life we donât revisit often. We tend to bottle up our past, repress memories, and avoid conversations where we open up about those âinnocentâ isolated incidents.
Dear McDonaldâs advertising team: no word combination or phrase will ever make your company more appealing. You can use the word âloveâ over and over again, but you donât need to convince us that you love anything. Just keep churning out your delicious mutated meals and youâll be just fine.
Itâs often easy for us to take for granted the rights and freedoms we enjoy in Canada. Many of us are quick to complain about something which, in the larger sense, is insignificant compared to the hardships people from other countries face.
Brittany Maynardâa 29-year-old who was diagnosed with a fatal brain tumourâdecided to travel from California to Oregon where assisted suicide was legal, so she could âdie with dignity.â After the events, we were all left wondering about the ethical repercussion of such actions.
The writing has officially begun, and while I am a little behind on my word count thus far, I still have much of the month to hit that lofty goal of 50,000 words.
This recipe is swell for any vegetarians and vegans out there, or anyone who doesnât want this harvest of sunset-coloured yams, âtaters, and squashes to end.
Letâs face it; Canada doesnât have the best reputation for literature, aside from the stuffy fodder of literary academics. Our world-famous authors are few and far between, so unless you love Margaret Atwood or Yann Martel you might be SOL for discussing Canadian fiction at cocktail parties.
Some consider it an art; to others, itâs a lifestyle. For many, itâs nothing but an annoying and difficult requirement that you want to do as little of as possible. Regardless of how one feels about the act of writing, itâs done by almost everyone every day in some form.
A woman is wheeled into the emergencyâs trauma room on a stretcher. Although sheâs conscious, sheâs been in a car accident and is bleeding from several injuries. She whispers to one of the paramedics that sheâs HIV-positive.
Recently, my best friend of 10 years moved to Toronto to attend the University of Toronto on a full scholarship. Her high school GPA was around 3.8, in the accelerated program. Ridiculous, right?
