A curious lesson from the Vinyl Cafe

Halfway between Montreal and Toronto lies the town of Picton, Ontario, in Prince Edward County…

Reversing journalism’s lost generation

In journalism, there are six words that guide each story — who, what, when, where, why and…

Journalism in the time of COVID-19

When I started writing this essay, the clock on my computer told me that its a few minutes before…

Engaging the status quo

“There’s got to be a better way to do this.”

That’s usually a common thought I have in an attempt to figure out what role I am supposed to have in journalism. It’s more evident now, two months after the date of the 5th anniversary of the completion of my…

Optics and an engaged electorate

Ahead of one of the biggest stories of the week in the realms of American politics, Margaret Sullivan…

Journalists are human too

Wednesday, the 4th of September — roughly 5pm. The Starbucks located off a corner of a crowded mall in downtown…

The byline, the brain and COVID-19

When I awoke from my Sudafed induced Thanksgiving nap, and my sinuses returned from turkeys back…

My (somewhat) resilient brain

It’s a late hour on a cold night as I try to muster any ounce of creativity that I have. Any idea of what I…

Asking for the h-word — help

The leaves are beginning to turn on the trees outside, yet the refrain in my brain is a constant — a refrain…