Through this course, I have had some significant developments in journalistic skills, but also in realizations and lessons that will stick with me both in my work and in my general life. … More What now?
When the Truth and Reconciliation Commission published its 94 calls to action, journalism schools across the country were specifically called upon to change. The schools were asked to include education and history of Indigenous people into media programs. In my opinion, there could have been a lot more to call journalism schools to change. We … More It sounds so simple.
I have trouble crying in front of people. I tend to force myself to stop should a rogue tear escape down my cheek, brush it away and immediately try to laugh about something. Yesterday I couldn’t do that. Yesterday I was biting the inside of my gums, biting my tongue trying to stop myself from … More “Don’t let my words go to waste,” she told us.
Just as the land, the nation, and the national memory are haunted, so too is the colonial archive. – J.J. Ghaddar … More Haunted records: the relationship between archival and Indigenous narratives
He said he hoped we would spread this story. He came from Alaska to tell us. He said he would pass it on himself as well. On National Aboriginal Day in Whitehorse, Yukon, Wayne Price told us the story of the giant wooden totem pole he was standing in front of. The one he carved. … More Wood chips and a healing process
For Christmas this year, I decided to put together an explanation of how I’m so obsessed with my sister, for anyone who was confused, or wondering, or just want to see how much I love my sister. My sister and I are super close, for anyone who doesn’t know. We sleep together every night when … More A Casual Obsession
Sometimes I’m afraid that I have too much faith in people, that I’m naive in believing that most people are good. What happened today has told me otherwise. As you no doubt gleaned from the title, I was robbed. Well, my house was. My quiet family home in Markham was broken into while my parents … More The Silverlining of Getting Robbed
My dad and I have a tradition of going to Algonquin Park for the better part of a week to camp, canoe, sit on rocks and joy sunsets, eat burgers and dehydrated meals, and invariably, get rained on. Every. Single. Year. … More We saw moose and got caught in the rain
I wanted to find adventure in what I consider ordinary life. Though most of you wouldn’t know because I went AWOL on my blog, I have. … More Sunrise in the 6ix
In 7 months travelling completely out of my comfort zone, how much can really change? … More We live and we learn: 5 lessons from 7 months travelling alone