George Morrison was, among other things, a breaker of molds and stereotypes. At a time when any art — be it art done by Native peoples or done by whites appropriating Native images — that was associated with Native Americans was expected to be filled with teepees, totems, and other stereotypical images, George’s work was decidedly his own.
Smile…or Else: The Forced Psychology Behind Smiling
When a stranger tells our writer, “Smile. Life’s not that bad” it sparks a Seinfeld moment and lots of questions about what is an authentic smile and what isn’t.
The Big Question: What Will it Take to Make Earth Day Sexy?
Wouldn’t it be a fabulous world if everyone honoured Earth Day every day? It would certainly be in our global best interest if we did. Sadly, however, it seems even too much to ask to get people pumped up about it just once a year, let alone everyday…Seriously, what will it take to make Earth Day sexy?
Riding the Legendary Ozback: Australia’s Heartland Express
Here eccentricity is acceptable, a place where a former north Queensland crocodile wrestler can charge visitors a $2 donation to look through his dugout, filled with erotic and weird artwork, its walls festooned with thousands of pairs of bras and knickers “donated” by visiting female tourists.
The Old Catholic Church
As a Roman Catholic, I was curious about the little blue and white church in my neighbourhood, which turned out to belong to the Old Catholic Church of BC, a community that welcomes everyone without judgment. After passing the church numerous times, I finally decided to attend Mass there. I was warmly received, but the experience of the Mass was a bit strange for me.
Middle of the Night: A Mom’s Reflections
I can set the clock by Hamish. It’s 2:30am and just like every other night he’s up to have a feed. I have woken up at that point in sleep that makes me feel as though I’ve been drugged. When I pick him up, all of my concentration is on making it from the bed […]
Pal Jimmy: Six Toes, Endless Love
Up until this point I hadn’t realized what this cat meant to me. He is my companion while I sit at home, lost in the struggle of writing for a meager living. When the world beats me up pretty badly, which it does at times, Jimmy plunks his 14 pounds down on my chest looks me in the eye and lets me know he’s there for me as long as I keep opening the can.
My Life in Fast Food
I love fast food. I’m clearly not alone in this — it is, after all, a multi-billion-dollar industry. There are a lot of things that have made it such a successful business: the price, the convenience and, of course, the flavor. All of those things work on me just as much as anyone else, but […]
Oh, To Be A Drunk Methuselah
As the sock was pulled along her leg and past her ankle, a fine cloud of dry skin, speckled with larger flakes, sprung into the air. Breathing solely through my mouth had solved the foot funk problem, but it backfired when it came to flying skin. I felt a large flake fly past my uvula and stick to the back of my throat. Death snuck in under cover of old lady skin.
Free Film Friday — The Sweater by Sheldon Cohen
Every Friday we will present a free film for you to enjoy. This week it’s the loved hockey story “The Sweater” by Sheldon Cohen .
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