Travellin’ Roots
I’ve got travelling roots. The kind that seem to need only a jar of water and a good dose of sunshine. They come from my grandparents, displaced during or after the second world war, and the community of Latvians that managed to find each other and gather together in Southern Ontario. They started schools and credit unions and folk dance groups and published cookbooks, holding onto the culture of their homeland while far, far away.
To Your Tummy: From Earth With Love
Food is personal. It is communal and intimate—it comforts us, it connects us, it sustains us. Food is also loaded with political connotations: everything we eat has roots, a chain of production. If we’re talking plant-based food, this starts off with seeds and soil. The seeds grow into plants, which can be in a huge industrial field, a mid-sized family farm, or in your own backyard or community garden.
Let’s Talk About Death, Baby
Zinta Avens Auzins and Joseph Craddock set out to explore the idea of death by interviewing each other.
You’re Creative
People sometimes compliment me on things I’ve made or done, and add “I could never do that,” “I wish I could do that,” or “I’m not creative at all.” My advice to the wishers is: don’t say or think you’re not creative. You’re only blocking yourself from the possibility that you actually could partake in creativity.
B.Odorant
It was my first day as an intern on an organic farm. My younger brother had already been working there for a few months. Several interns had started working two or three weeks before I did.
I was with two of the other interns, and somehow the discussion turned to natural body care products. Which turned into the use of body care products in general.
