Pique'n Yer Interest

My terror threshold used to have a pretty low ceiling. I've never seen Disney classic The Little Mermaid all the way through because I was too terrified of Ursula the Sea Witch.

Last week, I interviewed Maude Barlow, who is taking part in the upcoming Whistler Writers Festival on Saturday, Oct. 19.

Last month, the Maury Young Arts Centre hosted the world premiere of útszantszan , Yvonne Wallace's compelling portrait of a biracial woman navigating her place in a Lil'wat family that was at turns raw, charming, melancholy and humourous.

I don't know at what point it started, but for as long as I can remember, I've had a love affair with radio. There is something about tuning into a station, and hearing someone talk or play music in real-time, that is incredibly appealing.

A couple of weeks ago, I was visiting with family and friends in Ontario. I finished with the can I had been drinking from and looked around the hotel room for a spot I could discard it.

As a Canadian, it's easy to look at the two-party, shin-kicking contest south of the border and be glad we have choices.

Nearly five years into my time in this province, one of my biggest failings has been that I don't go out and enjoy the outdoors as much as I should.

This morning, I drove by a white minivan with a bumper sticker on the back that read, "If animals could talk, we would all be vegan." Curious to see what this devoted vegan looked like, I snuck a glance from the passing lane.

A few weeks ago, Nadine White got an email from a faithful patron of the Whistler Public Library (WPL).

Growing up in Kamloops, I was obsessed with mountain biking. Along with a handful of close friends, I took full advantage of the freedom the sport gave me, building dirt jumps and spending countless hours exploring seemingly endless singletrack.