Quebec Premier François Legault’s press conference December 22 was an exercise in hubris and futility. When political leaders command the airwaves at 6 pm, cutting into supper-hour news programs, it is because they have something major to announce.
Christmas was always a season of chaos and confusion for me as a child. It was a strange mix of excitement and joy along with feelings of anxiety and worry.
Rejoicing, I emerge from the latest storm of the season, a little colder and shakier thanks to the minus 20-degree temperatures. These early days of winter tend to lash out and grab your inner soul, chilling it to the core. That’s when the shivering sets in, and your body responds with chattering teeth and a sniffling nose.
We really don’t have too many instances of chestnuts roasting on an open fire (I do mine in the oven) nor the sound of sleigh bells ringing unless you brought some and hung them up on the door to announce the arrival of guests and Santa. These days Santa has to use the door as not many of us have a chimney.
I met an old friend, someone who brought me back to the pre-adolescence years when our Cree culture teachers taught us a lot of different things that we needed to know to stay alive.
Tensions are rising yet again on the yintah, on the Canadian West Coast. RCMP enforced a 2019 court injunction that favours the Coastal GasLink pipeline and arrested 29 land defenders and journalists in the process.
Most of you think you’ll never re-use some of the work you had to do in school such as, What I Did On My Summer Vacation. Well, as a journalist you learn that’s not always true. It’s important to share this type of story, especially because of the travel restrictions we have all had to live with in this pandemic period.
Early every morning, the sound of heavy equipment isn’t open for debate. Like clockwork, the earth shudders and my eyes open, the same for all my neighbours, I imagine. It’s the modern-day version of the rooster – its shrill crow replaced by low rumblings and the screeching of cold metal.
Every year many of us gather at the local city and town cenotaphs to remember the sacrifice of the men and women who fought in past wars. Many thousands were killed in battle, many more wounded and they returned to their communities after war, but things were not the same.
Scary things disturb people and sometimes I give my old beating heart a little jolt when I think I see something unusual out of the corner of my eye in the darker corners of the room. I think there’s some sort of movement and I quickly look again to see what
