Hungry? How ’bout a Meal in a Mug! The idea of having to prepare a meal that will inevitably take longer to make than to eat always bugged me to no end. That’s where mug meals come in. I make these more often than I would like to admit and have become somewhat of a…
they say . shoot for the moon . even if you miss . you’ll hit the stars but some shots fall short . and the stars they never . witness our dreams…
I can’t remember the last time I wrote something creative that was not for an English class personal response to text assignment; so, with all this newfound time on my hands I thought I’d pick up a metaphorical quill (keyboard) again and try my hand at creative writing. Today’s short story is inspired by a…
As I was contemplating what this blog post should be about, I knew it was going to address some aspect of COVID-19, the pandemic that has turned all of our lives upside down in just two short weeks. There’s definitely lots to talk about – lots of opinions, thoughts, and ideas on how to proceed…
The internet is filled with so much! There are endless videos and posts to entertain and inspire. I scroll and scroll for inspiration, and what I find is pretty cool! But for every post that I find very cool and inspiring, I had to scroll through twenty boring ones. Of course, there are so so many…
The pink shirt anti-bullying movement started in 2007 after a grade nine student from a small town in Nova Scotia was bullied for wearing a pink t-shirt to school. As a show of support and acceptance, two of his classmates purchased 50 pink tank tops and handed them out to male classmates the next day.…
Part I: The Planet This is our reality. Work planet after work planet, each populated by one single individual. A gargantuan drill armed with various powerful lasers ensures that previously grandiose landscapes are stripped in a matter of months. One machine per person. One person per planet. As if they were gifts. With the valuable,…
Vines entangled the crumbling temple, holding its shattered pieces intact. Trees that stood high above, casted massive shadows beneath. Their thick trunks could have stood there for a millenia. Daniel stood on a rocky patio, far overgrown with grass and weeds. In reality though, it was probably more foliage than rock. In a moment, he…
Stop judging boys negatively for wearing makeup. Makeup is a great tool for self expression and self confidence. With social media, and the fast paced nature of modern life, we often long for self expression. Although living in a more connected world can be empowering, it can also make you feel small and insignificant. Exploring…
gazing upon the expanses . of the great night sky our endless wonder . at the mosaic sea of stars is inexplicably bridled…
Have an excruciatingly long essay to write? Can’t get past the writer’s block plaguing your mind? No inspiration for your story or poem? Never fear, predictive keyboards are here! Instead of pulling words and ideas out of your mind to write something, you can check out talktotransformer.com, a predictive keyboard that can finish any piece…
So, yes, I know it’s a little late (procrastination at its finest!), but to all those reading this blog post – Happy New Year! Last Saturday, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to be part of the organization of the Youth Caucus for the Calgary Womxn Taking Strides Event. I’ve been involved in…
Often referred to as the ‘princess of polkadots,’ Yayoi Kusama is a painter, sculptor, performer, and installation artist. She utilizes entire spaces to reflect on experiences of her past and create a Kusama world. Kusama’s talent and brilliance has largely gone unnoticed her career, that was until social media turned her art into a perfect…
stars dance around in twilight a few points on Nyx’s blanket incomprehensible yet sought to be understood but neither wonder nor courage can capture the essence of their immortal shine stars their luminescence a perpetual comfort their presence an eternal gaze yet their longevity a reminder that our time spent curiously probing is just a…
“Dad,” Lucas came home one afternoon with tears in his eyes, “we broke the vase of tulips.” For the last twenty years, I have lived with a sort of guilt that was never to be revisited. The sort that I locked in the deepest, darkest part of the attic. The sort where, in those late,…