Those who wait in shadows
It’s 6:30 AM. I’m serving porridge and handing out some donated brown-spotted bananas and some apples that are due. It’s quiet, the holiday season frenzy is pas...
It’s 6:30 AM. I’m serving porridge and handing out some donated brown-spotted bananas and some apples that are due. It’s quiet, the holiday season frenzy is pas...
If we walked through Edmonton’s inner-city, sometime during the past year, we may have passed Jim Boskoyous or Harry Botteril or Randy Brent, Coreen Cattlemen, ...
I have no right to write this. (But of course the person who pens a sentence like this invariably carries on.) I’m white, male, assuredly unaware of some ...
Here’s a fact: Edmonton is populated by—blessed with—open-handed and warm-hearted people. I suspect that for the most part we know this, it just doesn’t get the...