June 2014, a few days after finally receiving my BA, I received a Facebook message out of the blue inviting me to the wedding of my host brother, whose room I lived in while teaching overseas and he was out of the country for university. I may not have known him very well, but a… Read more »
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In comics: Exploring the industrial side of Victoria.
Week 1 – Asana: Creating Ease in Body We use bear breath in the gorilla pose, then transition into curved dolphins. Our summer camp cool-down activity is yoga. My 9-year-old camper with an autism spectrum disorder has a fixation with animals — mostly underwater creatures. When he’s elevated, we spend at least a half hour writing out… Read more »
The red floral pattern of her dress mimicked the spring weather as I gingerly opened the door to Georgina Hope’s Family and Gender Studies class at Victoria High School. Her smile was as warm as the sun that shone through the windows, and the classroom was buzzing with energy; purple sheets of paper asking “Why… Read more »
Reporting by Gwen Rosser
Photos by Hugo Wong
A beautiful photo essay that meditates on the spirit of summer.
Let’s set the scene. A spooky forest, 1980-something. A bodacious blonde teenage girl (let’s call her Tammy) clomps through the thrush, calling for her lost boyfriend Trey who is so annoying and isn’t answering her calls. Not cool, Trey! Suddenly, a horrifying masked maniac leaps from the bushes, holding Trey’s severed head in one hand… Read more »
Every time the skinny tires of my white Apollo hit the rough patches of Tofino’s bike path, I’d grit my teeth, muscles clenching in anticipation of a mouthful of dirt.
Rule #1: Say no. Say it. Your body, your rules. This workshop requires boundaries. We can’t emphasize this enough. No is no is no. 7:38 DCP (During Cuddle Party) A man with shaking hands cries on my neck. We’re nestled together in the corner of an unfamiliar apartment, my waist tucked into his stomach, his… Read more »
7:38 DCP (During Cuddle Party) A man with shaking hands cries on my neck. We’re nestled together in the corner of an unfamiliar apartment, my waist tucked into his stomach, his knee laced over my thigh. We lie on cushions, thoughtfully plumped before anyone arrived. If I twist my head slightly to the left, I… Read more »