Pique'n Yer Interest

Every summer that I can remember, my family bought passes to a local music festival. It started off in 1994 as a small, traditional blues festival, featuring the likes of Clarence Clemons, Randy Bachman and Buddy Guy.

You know that excitement you feel when you put up your tree and hang your stockings just three weeks before Christmas? Or it's a week before the next Star Wars sequel/prequel/spinoff opens in the theatre? That feeling of excitement and anticipation d

When I first moved to Whistler in the fall of 2014, skiing and snowboarding were obviously the sports at top of mind. Then, thinking ahead to summer, mountain biking was always going to be a big one.

I'm a little bit afraid of mountain bikers. Logically, I know this is insane. I have plenty of friends who regularly hit the trails on two wheels and they're wonderful people.

There was a time not that long ago when cable networks' biggest competition for eyeballs was whatever else was on the tube at that particular moment.

At its best, the Valley Trail is a well-designed, multi-use trail that accommodates the needs of both cyclists and pedestrians. And up until recently, it has worked out well, with both user groups striking a delicate balance.

While I'm not blind to Canada's many faults, past, present and probably future, I really do feel like I live in the best country in the world. That's lucky, because I don't know if I belong anywhere else.

One thing that seems to get lost in the furor over single-use plastics is that, with few exceptions, plastic is the perfect material for whichever purpose it's used for.

This year, I will be graduating from Pemberton Secondary School with a Double Dogwood Diploma. I have completed all eight years of the Late French Immersion Program, and have been fully fluent in French since Grade 9.

As an underemployed college student in my early 20s, my work life consisted primarily of a series of profoundly uninteresting retail jobs.