For the love of language
Most of the time we take the language we speak for granted. We were brought up speaking one language or another depending on our culture and location in the world.
Most of the time we take the language we speak for granted. We were brought up speaking one language or another depending on our culture and location in the world.
We all have our Facebook face. You know what I mean.
I spent a lot of time alone this summer, reflecting on my future and my goals.
The alarm goes off at 7am and we all get up slowly, except for the kids, who are excited about getting back to school and learning things.
I observed several old friends of mine all busy minding our nation’s business as CEOs, lawyers and chiefs, not to mention as the occasional CFO, COO and DO. With this much power around, it may seem that I had ventured into a G7 summit. But, no, it’s our own government working away.
Bad water in Attawapiskat, my hometown, is an old problem. Ever since the water treatment plant was built with its supply from a small lake away from a fast-flowing river there have been problems
Festival season is entering its third month here in Montreal and one of the perks of being a journalist at the Nation is that we get to attend some of them on a press pass.
Hi! Me on grief, again.
It’s a surprisingly hot muggy day but dark clouds are telling us that the skies will light up and give us some relief from the heat and bugs.