Knitting the body and home: Artist Michelle MacKinnon
We all remember when the pandemic shut us in- doors closed, families retreated, life changed, times were unprecedented. As the world adjusted and we accepted our time in confined spaces, …
We all remember when the pandemic shut us in- doors closed, families retreated, life changed, times were unprecedented. As the world adjusted and we accepted our time in confined spaces, …
Leo Harding and I had met in the grainy depths of a neighbourhood party on a hot summer evening. The garden was filled with empty beer cans and cigarette butts. …
We all have ideas. We have intentions of what we want to do and where we want to go. They form in our minds - we know what would bring …
I remember the way Alex’s head tipped back every time she laughed. The whole-hearted heavy laugh. Alex had that ability to remove everything in her mind, make it a white …
It’s easy to come across a variety of things as you stroll the beaches of Newfoundland and Labrador - driftwood, seaweed, remnants of last night’s fire, rolling caplin. For most, …
I had been living with Rebecca for only six months. It had played out perfectly fine- which on paper didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem right because a few times …
I hadn’t worn the pants from my mother’s funeral since the day we laid her in the ground. I had pulled them off in a blur and left them crumbled …