Growing up as a non-believer in a family of Catholics
Red velvet poinsettias are scattered about the foyer of the Our Lady of Guadalupe parish. The relatively tiny church on Edmonton Trail is packed with God's flock donning the finest duds. The priest stands at the altar, his voice a compassionate and welcoming falsetto, a band of gold and white around his neck. It must be Christmas time.
- By Guillermo Barraza
Privacy concerns of new Timeline convinces Calgary writer to clean slate
As I prepare to look for work, human resources people Googling my name will serve as my career judges, juries and executioners.
- By Shane Flug
Creator Tessa Lerbekmo says it started as a 'passion project'
- By April Ip
What's your Dunbar number?
I imagine if I work hard enough, things would last forever – mainly friendships. Facebook encourages this false sense of permanence.
- By Jean Symborski