Help And Protect Jermaine saw Gwendolyn in the hall way and quickly ducked back into the classroom he had come out of. He had not seen her since the night that he had gone with Rafael to her house. He wanted to keep it that way. He did not condone what Raf had done, it was the opposite. He was embarrassed that he had been one of the guys helping Rafael break down her door. He never wanted to hit a woman. He had watched his mother being beaten by
Changing Economies “My first real encounter with Earth Day celebrations was the year after our arrival in Canada. Growing up as I did on the beautiful, luscious and green island of Jamaica, environmental protection was not an issue front and centre of my thoughts. It still is not. Not really.” That was the opening of my post, published last year on Earth Day. While the environment is not necessarily now “front and centre of my thoughts,” the almost complete collapse of the oil industry here in Alberta has made it
Best Friends Gwendolyn was waiting for Lori outside their next class. It was biology, which bored her, so she did not mind being late. The teacher, Mr. Thomas, did not care as much about tardiness as Mrs. Wiles did so Gwendolyn would waltz in when she felt like it. She checked her phone, which she had managed to sneak past the metal detectors. There were 11 texts from her ex-boyfriend Rafael. She rolled her eyes and deleted them without even reading them. “Hey, you waited for me?” Lori asked her.
Tough Area, Tough Students The bell rang as Lori ran down the hall towards her classroom. She was always late and her first hour teacher hated it. It caused some tension between them at first. Mrs. Wiles was very strict but she had to be in this school. Basically forgotten by the city, Luther High school was run down and filled with the left over inner city kids that no other school would take. It was a tough area with a tough set of students. Lori never really understood why
In Pakistan Today I am touching on a subject that is taboo in my society. It may be somewhat strange for many since it is very different from what western women are accustomed to. Physical intimacy between Pakistani couples especially on the woman’s part. Before I go any further, you need to have a little understanding about how an average Pakistani woman is raised when it comes intimacy. The concept of physical intimacy is one that is entirely untouched not just for young women but also for men in our
Are We Going Backwards Or What? In 1977, Sesame Street, a children’s show that is still popular today, featured a segment in which guest star Buffy Sainte-Marie nursed her son and had a conversation about it with one of the show’s characters. According to her, breastfeeding is a way many mothers—not all, but many—feed their babies. She explained the process in a way that was geared for the understanding of children. When she was done, the character Big Bird responded, “That’s nice.” You can watch the video here: Only Children
Changing of The Seasons The seed of migration was planted by my then partner who had never and wanted very badly to experience the changing of the seasons. Having spent seven years of my young adulthood in Kiev, Ukraine I had and it was beautiful. Of winter, spring, summer or fall, the season of the flowers was my favourite. Yet, there was a beauty intrinsic to each season and as an “island girl,” even the bitter cold of the Ukraine held meaning for me. It is much like Yoko Ono
A Celebration of Colour and Beauty It is spring time in Pakistan and like every other part of the world, it is time for life to burst through the frozen. The breeze is getting more balmy and laden with the sweet scent of blossoms. The butterflies are back from the south as the central Indus plains of Pakistan are warming up to the beauty of the season, undressing from the cloaks of winter frost. Bees are busy harvesting nectar and women are gearing up for a shuffle of their wardrobes