“So, how can we piss people off this week, editors?” “Another Harrington story?” “No, that’s too easy a target. Besides, our reporters don’t like going in there. They’ve complained about slipping on all the blood in the halls.” I look across the story meeting table at an editor who’s sweating like a pig in a [...]
Continue reading …When I was a resident in Harrington Hall, every Friday night I’d pour myself a rum and coke, a bowl of chips and wail away on my electric guitar. Believe it or not, my wing rep deemed me “most likely to form a garage band in her dorm room,” cranking the lead riffs to songs [...]
Continue reading …Let me take you back, way back, to a simpler time, a time of MSN Messenger. For most of us, MSN was a place to talk to friends after school without tying up the phone line. It was one of the first popular ways to have a conversation with someone without the pressure of responding [...]
Continue reading …My closet at my home in Nova Scotia is still full of my old Barbies, Polly Pockets and Beanie Babies. About six years ago, I crammed myself into that closet, closed the door and tried to close out the world. My dad had just told me he was moving in with his girlfriend. There was something [...]
Continue reading …When I came back home after living in Pasumalai, Tamil Nadu, India for a month, I experienced what some would call reverse culture shock: Canada was more unfamiliar than India had ever been. And for the longest time I had no idea how to show people what I meant. I had planned the trip a year [...]
Continue reading …We all saw it. The low swoop of the plane and then it was gone. We saw the explosive flame engulf the cloud of smoke, the ash raining down on people even five blocks away. We saw the close-ups of those on the ground running for cover, the tears pouring down the corners of their eyes, [...]
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One of the brilliant features of this job is the learning opportunities it creates. Because it creates situations I’ve never faced , I don’t always have the answers – but the exercise isn’t about getting it right the first time, every time, anyway. It’s about learning from imperfection. This is how I’ve always thought of [...]
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It’s too early to be thinking about Christmas, let alone writing about it. This coming from the girl who gets excited when Christmas lights start appearing in windows, who spends hours baking peppermint flavoured goodies in December and who honestly doesn’t mind having to bundle up to go outside in the snow. There’s something nice [...]
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The truth shall set you free As family and friends began gathering in the George Martin Hall chapel for Andrew Bartlett’s memorial service last Tuesday afternoon, Dennis Cochrane spoke with a small group of reporters outside McCain Hall. Hands stuffed into his coat pockets and communication director Jeffrey Carleton in high alert at his side, [...]
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Prompted by four days passing without mention of Andrew Bartlett’s death on the New Brunswick Beacon and no interest shown in pursuing it during the regular story meeting, Don Dickson and Jan Wong presented the fourth year seminar class with a reality check last Wednesday: while one opportunity to tell the community’s most important story [...]
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On any given morning when I can sleep past 6:30, I have messages on my phone when I wake up. Typically, they come from the same sources: the universities, the PMO and the Coastal Scents website. Occasionally, there’s a missed text message, but most days those don’t start coming in until the afternoon when everyone [...]
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“Yes, you chose St. Thomas University. But St. Thomas University also chose you.” Listening to Dennis Cochrane address the crowd of first year students about to receive their T-Pin last Tuesday left me with mixed emotions—something I didn’t expect as I made my way across the courtyard feeling like a voyeur, snapping pictures with my [...]
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