Thanks to my climate anxiety, I never thought I’d be able to be deeply involved with environmentalism. Then I joined a tree sit.
Chatelaine
Tending my sad urban garden is too much hassle for the lacklustre return on investment. This year, I’m kicking back with a cold drink instead.
Helen Racanelli
How prioritizing rest and joy has become an essential part of my Black History Month experience.
The produce bargain rack is where I play a game with myself. It’s the wild-card ingredient not on my shopping list, but soon on my dinner table.
I didn’t feel entitled to grieve my not-quite relationship—but without a grieving process, how do you let go?
