I have a tradition I keep for myself: catching flights between two lives.
Search the Archive
School was out but winter break never felt lonely because we had each other: two peas in a pod, built-in best friends.
There is a language only women speak — heard in the clatter of pots at dawn and in the simmering broth that carries the memory of old kitchens across oceans and years.
For Ommer, her career has been defined by an emphasis on interdisciplinary collaboration and the goal of producing findings about the humanities and the climate crisis that can be understood across all fields and communities.
The Nest was evacuated on October 28, 2024 after what was later revealed to be reports of an armed man. The status of the threat, however, wasn’t initially known by those evacuated, igniting calls from community members for UBC and the AMS to develop more appropriate and robust emergency plans.
“Most people, if they look at the sky, they want to know what’s out there,” said Dr. Ilsa Cooke.
Wang integrates technology to further his ambition of making forests stand in their purity while providing health benefits to people.
As a student in the 1980s, Lemieux was introduced to economics in the context of a national recession.
During some of the shortest days of the year, most of us have no choice but to become civil with the night.
One of the things I love about the view is the building across the street.
i am climbing and it is dark
Our senses peak in the dark. Any breath, any sound, any aberration, are grounds for fear and suspicion.
No one rises at 5 a.m. without a groan-worthy reason. Here’s mine: prednisone makes me unable to fucking sleep.
One is the loneliest number.
“For a long time, I went to bed early,” begins the first page of Marcel Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time), written in exquisitely-formed cursive by an unknown reader, whose second-hand folio I found for two dollars at a used book sale.