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I learned to speak Ukrainian after my grandmother’s death. What would I ask her now Baba rode that train but she hadn’t married a farmer. Nikolai had quit Dzhuriv as

Maybe it’s not the place you begin that is most important, but where you become the best version of yourself I WAS BORN IN AN INNOCENT VILLAGE OUTSIDE THE CITY

Edmonton makes a culinary stand, and it doesn’t care who’s taking notice “WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE AN ABORIGINAL executive chef in Edmonton, in charge of my own kitchen

His mother was a strong woman who looked like she could hold up the sky, but couldn’t stop their father from dying, and couldn’t keep one giant rat out of

A mother and son, on stage and off, consider what brings them together BEN There is something in the water at the World Waterpark at West Edmonton Mall and it’s

Stitch by stitch, we’re weaving the fabric that tells the story of queer edmonton, assembling it into pieces substantial enough to examine I REMEMBER 40 YEARS AGO—1977, THE DAY ANITA

A gardener’s meditation: we open a door to companionship when we dwell in the living land A GARDEN IS A LONG WORK Yes, you can turn soil, plant seeds, harvest

Loving the place you’re from, warts and all, can be a complicated undertaking JULY 30, 2017 – EDMONTON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT As a child I thought the Arabic term for Lebanon