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This article was originally posted at http://www.thelocalgood.ca
This article was originally posted at http://www.thelocalgood.ca.
Although I wrote on this topic in 2013 for (a now defunct) imagirl.ca, I think it’s body-positive message is just as important today. That’s why I am re-posting it here (with minor updates) for those of you who might be looking at your friends, hating yourself by comparison. Imagine: You and your best girlfriend areContinue reading “Let’s Be Honest: Your Body Issues Hurt Me Too”
“Where the fuck are my pants?” In the background of that thought echoes: why am I talking to the dog? A buzz from outside. Coming, coming. I pull on my denim skirt instead. “Am I a murderer Dougie? Noooo, mama’s no murderer is she?” Dougie just stares with his ugly lop-sided face. I guess EthanContinue reading “Clinic”
There’s dust on the ledges, but not on the tables, and definitely not on the gold dragon statue by the front door that almost no one remembers to rub for good luck. And neither of them have ever put their hands on it. No, instead they come in even before the buffet is fully set,Continue reading “All-You-Can-Eat Special”
It’s easy to get me riled up: just a headline will do it. So as someone prone to quick anger, and moreso disheartened by every headline passing her screen, I just couldn’t help but be drawn in by the begrudgingly difficult and careful drama of truth-telling put forth between the pages of She Said: aContinue reading “Having Read “She Said” by Jodi Kantor & Megan Twohey”
My stomach hurts and I realize I’m sucking it in again. I sit up straight and try to relax, giving my organs some room to breathe. I’m listening to the person talking across from me, but now I’m also wondering: where did this come from? When did my body learn to sit this way? IContinue reading “The Way We Hold Ourselves: Understanding (my) Posture through Social Interaction”
Baths haven’t been allowed for a long time ‘cause there isn’t enough water. But I’ve been saving my rations a whole year for a real good cause. My sister, Sana. It’s not that she’s dirtier than the rest of us or anything. We’re all yucky and smelly and hungry. It’s more ‘cause the stuff she’sContinue reading “Share”
Two years ago, I submitted a research proposal to three University English Departments. Two years ago, no one wanted to see the idea grow. Do I blame them? No. Do I think it was the most cutting edge research ever? No. But damn have I not been able to give up on being OBSESSED withContinue reading “The Research Proposal No One Wanted feat. Bladerunner, Artificial Intelligence, and Science Fiction”
No…it didn’t start here. Not with the pissed man clutching a crushed beer can in fear on his knees. Not with the other over the wall…somewhere…split. After all, it’s only been how many hours? since I stopped staring at the blank wall of the TV. Only so many hours since I’d finally started listening to that otherContinue reading “Nothing.”
What’s October without Spooky Stories? About this time last year, over 50 contestants braved their worst fears by entering them into my Face Your Fears Short Story Draw. Now you, just like Rob (last year’s winner), have the chance to win a short story that leaves you at the mercy of your worst fear. HeContinue reading “Third Annual Face Your Fears Short Story Draw”
“…the most important feature of powerful social movements, is an affirmation of community.” – From “Young, Brown and Proud: Personal purpose and political activism” by Harsha Walia Connection requires a crossing of boundaries. It requires seeing one thing in another without disturbance of difference: that old mean thing still snipping at the threads we THE PEOPLEContinue reading “Community First, Movement Second: A Short Bio of Harsha Walia”
A Giving Voice (n): A person who hands themselves over in the service of revealing truth; who gives even their voice in making sure the untold is spoken. — Here in Canada, many still shy away from the basic truth of our colonial history: that European settlers erased the voices of entire populations already living here, stifling theContinue reading “A Giving Voice: Short Biography of Deanna Reder”
Sometimes, when something hurts me, it takes a while for me to feel it. I’m the kind that won’t even realize I’d been so affected until much later, years after, and at random. Sometimes, what I’ve suppressed never comes to light at all. Usually this is because, “I don’t know where to put it.” SlowContinue reading “Still Learning: Confronting Myself on ‘Naming the Unnamed’ Within”
May I ask you a question, imagined reader? Who do you think of – who pops into your mind first – when you imagine a woman in your life who has ‘named the unnamed’? Who has stood up in the face of being told to stay quiet only to say simply, I won’t? When asking myselfContinue reading “Clasping Hands with the “Women Who Named the Unnamed””
We’d already been going there for weeks. And we’d learned a few things about that old house, the tall thin one with too many stories it seemed. Like how we all felt safer in one room with all the doors closed, or that it was better to light three candles than one. Or that if meContinue reading “Lita”
Slowly, to consciousness, come and find your face crushed on pavement viscous. Dirt falling from eyelashes, blinking it away, gradually bringing your mind around. On a long-stretch of road, nose full of tar, all movement meagre, your energy’s long fallen from bones. Use your dwindling strength to bring back what happened. Raise hand to foreheadContinue reading “Reversal”
At first there’s no warmth. Only the hot black pain of frostbite. Then like a shock, the blankness ends again and I feel my skin start to thaw, my blood slowly pulsing through veins that had almost forgotten how to push it. How long?
Straight up, it’s hard to meet people. And in Edmonton’s cold north, the party is often hiding behind closed doors (of course, we’re getting better at it thanks to Edmonton’s WinterCity Strategy!). That leaves a lot of us falling into a Netflix trap, keeping to our own circles and our old habits, and sometimes, forgettingContinue reading “Maybe You’ve Never Been to Green Drinks…Here’s What to Expect!”
“I make a mess…” Those are some of the first words that Patrick Moskwa uses to describe his body of work (pun intended) but like him, audiences know “…it’s what comes out of the mess that matters most.”
To Canadians (and maybe the rest of the world), Western Canada is known for its big trucks, big houses, and big energy. Oil, gas, forestry, renewables…you name it, we make it. But if you were with me at Western Canada Fashion Week’s opening night last night, then you’ll know that the energy doesn’t stop atContinue reading “Western Canada Fashion Week: More Than Your Average Catwalk”
Being a Canadian woman writer of European descent, I came into Fauzia Rafique’s The Adventures of SahebaN without background knowledge of the role (Mirza) Sahiba plays in much of traditional Punjabi culture. The beauty of Rafique’s text however, is how my lack does not impact my understanding of how the narrative turns a cultural model for perfectionContinue reading “Drums of Change: A Review of Fauzia Rafique’s The Adventures of SahebaN”
As Canadians, we are well-used to recognizing “Reconciliation” as a kind of buzzword for the rights of Indigenous and First Nations peoples. I for one have heard the term used in discourses ranging from the political to the geographical, and yet, (I am humbled to admit) I barely have a grasp on what that meansContinue reading “People of Green Drinks: Redefining Reconciliation with Jennifer Ward”
Seeking a new stream of development revenue? Looking to break into the mHealth industry? Take a look at Topflight Apps’ Healthcare App Development Predictions for 2019 and see if there’s a medical cause that calls to your technical know-how! Original Article Authored by Jessica Barratt.
We’d gotten a vehicle to Mars for Christ’s sake, and this is what they choose to celebrate? Curiosity, out there all on his—its—own, humming to the frequency of “Happy Birthday”? Mics up to max, an ear-numbing static filling our large control room, some of the more senior staff sing loudly over the noise while eatingContinue reading “Quasar Trash”
“Of our experience, we already know everything we know. It’s listening to what someone else knows that’s important.” –Overheard in Edmonton It was a phrase that caught me off guard, hanging in the air long after I’d mentally said goodbye to my fellow LRT-goer, who I would never meet. Simple, unassuming, and effective: The moreContinue reading “People of Green Drinks: Tracy Bear and Creating Opportunities for Allyship”
For the last six years, I’ve been a freelancer. Even when I was still at school, even when I worked full time as a server, an administrator, an intern: I managed a whole other venture on the side, building it step-by-step. And then, a whole TWO years ago now, I decided to take the fullContinue reading “Tips of the Trade: Freelancing for the Editors and Writers Among Us”
I’m one of the lucky ones. I mean, I never got hooked. Could’ve happened of course, that’s always a danger when you’re a Trader. Got a whole supply at my fingertips, could tap in anytime I want–be like those kingpins over there, rattling their yellow teeth my way, hopped up on the stuff, eyes crazy. ButContinue reading “Narcotic”
There’s a lady already on about her damn therapeutic hairless cats when I get in. Trying to catch my breath, I make it almost to the back row, but of course all 10 or 12 of them are drawn to the smell of what snuck in with me—the lovely, sultry, slightly burned aroma of aContinue reading “Suck It, Miss Bea.”
Recently, SNAP gallery had this great flash fiction contest–writers were meant to create a 750 word story based on Gabriela Jolowicz‘s incredible work, PIVO (pictured)! Though I didn’t win, I am proud of the story I submitted, and have included it for your perusal below. (My humble thanks to the artist for the inspiration).
No one notices when you slip away, even in the bright orange light of a late autumn afternoon. Instead they sit on their daisy porches unaware of the chill in the air, complaining idly about the Penchant house’s awful lawn. “It’s rats,” says one of them, sipping a sour lemonade. “It’s this drought!” coughs another,Continue reading “Devil’s Fingers”
3 AM, downtown’s deserted. Just my truck and the road. I shouldn’t have come this way, too high profile for carrying valuable cargo. Hitting every red light, besides. Good thing the cops are all busy with them murderers and ruddy fucks causing shit where they shouldn’t. I don’t plan on meeting any trouble. Not tonight,Continue reading “Mutiny Point”
“Think that one looks fresher than the others?” I flick my cigarette at a grave to my left. Both of us watch as the cherry fades into the yellowing sod. “What’s the name?” “Hughes, 1943 to 1987,” I say. Nicholas gives the stone angel a kick. The priest at the bottom of the hill stopsContinue reading “Valley View’s Dead”
What’s October without Spooky Stories? About this time last year, 62 contestants braved their worst fears by entering my “Face your Fears” Short Story Draw. Now you, just like Aleks, have the chance to win a short story that leaves you at the mercy of your worst fear. He was scared of being crushed alive…whatContinue reading “Face your Fears Second Annual Short Story Draw”
Lights off, we’d crashed hard onto his grandma’s sectional, still spinning after our longest night yet. Through the fog of comfortable darkness, Aleks mumbled on about his dreams. How none seemed exactly the same, but had a similar feeling. Like knowing for certain you were about to die, and praying for the end. “And there’sContinue reading “Fire Out”
A while back I had the honour of having both a short story and a small book review published in the inaugural issue of The Bolo Tie Collective‘s annual anthology. While the book review takes a lighter approach to a local author’s short publication, the short story below casts a dark shadow on Edmonton’s 104th Avenue,Continue reading “Spill”
A while back I had the honour of having both a short story and a small book review published in the inaugural issue of The Bolo Tie Collective’s annual anthology. While the short story casts a dark shadow on Edmonton’s 104th Avenue, the book review below takes a lighter approach to local author Liam Leroux’sContinue reading “Exploring Liam Leroux’s “Ostrich MgQuarck is the Worst Detective in the World””
This review is a personal perspective on Tracey Lindberg’s Birdie, and outlines my own impressions regarding this narrative. There are no spoilers, so if you haven’t read it yet, don’t worry! If you have, I would love to hear your own reflections in the comments below!
The following Book Review by Jessica Barratt was originally published at Prism international. Read the full review here, or by clicking below! Weaving many flash-fiction works into a single, bound narrative, Paulo Da Costa’s The Midwife of Torment paints humanity in its honest bright colours and oscillating emotions of anger, anguish, terror, and curiosity. Between theContinue reading “Fragile Equilibriums & Sudden Fictions: A Review of Paulo Da Costa’s The Midwife of Torment”
He’d said two days. We are hungry. We have shirts wrapped over our noses from the smell. This life is very different, far from Papa’s old brown recliner or Mama’s familiar smell. Plus, no one knows how long the dark man with the white eyes has been gone.
First-time trip taker? Pro wanting a refresh? Take a quick look at these sure-fire tips for packing your trail-pack right! Find the original article here, or read more below!
Fun shapes, bold colours–certainly terms that describe the visual creations of Emily Storvold. Still, anyone close to her knows that under her more playful layer is a head brimming with philosophical rumination, and more specifically, rumination as it relates to existence. That’s probably why she reacted so positively when I found myself asking: “Hey, youContinue reading “Grave Subjects: Emily Storvold on Art, Death, and the Afterlife”
I’ve been thinking a lot about advertising lately. I’ve known from the beginning of its dangers, of its societal push. Still, there are successful adverts out there! Which is why, in an age purported to be so connected, so conscious, I have to ask: What the hell? Well, it wasn’t exactly this ad, but anContinue reading “Sauvage: A Sighting in City Centre Mall”
Looking to boost your marketing game? Find out how other companies are using machine learning to get better results! Feel free to read the original post here, or click the “Read More” button below for the full article!
People have this funny habit of asking me where I’m going. My answer’s always the same. “In circles” I tell them. Sometimes I wonder why they wanted to know in the first place. Maybe it’s the over-sized backpack I’m always carrying. Maybe it’s the dirty shoes. Maybe it’s because I’m always glancing over my shoulderContinue reading “Loops”
Joshua. He likes me, but I don’t like him because his fingers are always cheesy. So are his teeth. He pulls up his socks too high and is always breaking bones. When he was in a body cast I used him as a coat hanger. Another time, I found my school picture in his geometryContinue reading “Second Monday”
Interested in how Machine Learning is going to affect your job? Check out my take on our employment futures in the wake of Artificial Intelligence, also published here on Medium.com. Article by Jessica Barratt Even a cursory glance at your daily newsfeed is certain to yield at least one doomsday article predicting the certain demise ofContinue reading “Do Not Be Afraid: Machine Learning and the Future of Employment”
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