This year, while braving the hustle and bustle of last minute holiday shopping at the local mall, I was surprised to find I had a few dollars left over after buying all of my gifts. I decided to treat myself to Celine Dion’s latest release, These Are Special Times. I thought, Perfect! This is just… Read more »
September 2003 I was browsing through the AUSU website and I could not help but notice a webpage about AUSU Coffee Groups. “What were these coffee groups all about?”, I wondered, and I contacted a member of the AUSU student council to obtain further information. In response, I found out that coffee groups are informal… Read more »
“Where the doors open for a weekend each year, during the spring season, brightening up the town with plenty of joy and cheer,” [1] I recalled, as I thought of continuing my spring travels in Toronto. This year, however, instead of traveling around with my backpack, I decided that I would trade it in for… Read more »
“Where the doors open for a weekend each year, during the spring season, brightening up the town with plenty of joy and cheer,” [1] I recalled, as I thought of continuing my spring travels in Toronto. This year, however, instead of traveling around with my backpack, I decided that I would trade it in for… Read more »
“Hello, Toronto!” My Hometown I begin my journey, with a smile and a frown, through the paved streets of my hometown. Where the doors are open for a weekend each year, during the spring season, brightening up the town with plenty of joy and cheer. Ole Toronto Town I. Roaming into the ROM, where his-story… Read more »
Afterglow Sarah McLachlan Sony/ATV Songs Listening to the radio one evening, I could not help but notice a new song blasting though the airwaves. “The past can be undone, but we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals. In the lonely light of morning. In the wound that would not heal. It’s the… Read more »
Unless Carol Shields Random House Canada 321 pages, $35.95 ISBN: 0-679-31179-3 “Unless you’re lucky, unless you’re healthy, fertile, unless you’re loved and fed, unless you’re clear about your direction, unless you’re offered what others are offered, you go down in darkness, down to despair” (p. 224). Reta Winters finds herself in the unfortunate state of… Read more »
Day 1- August 14, 2003 I looked out of my apartment window during the late afternoon. Cars were lined bumper to bumper driving north on Yonge Street. From a distance, I could hear the fire engines wailing. An ambulance was parked across the street in front of a building. Was it a traffic accident? Pedestrians… Read more »