Author: Emily Ernst

Hello Snapchatters, Instagrammers, round the clock texters and the other screen slaves who were not addressed in the previous three titles. I am here today to tell you about a social epidemic…

I remember the first time I heard the land acknowledgement crackle through the decades-old speaker in my Grade 12 English class after morning announcements. I recall being confused and somewhat irritated with…

There is nothing romantic about Valentine’s Day. Yup, I said it. Let’s face it: you know it’s true. Take a second; brush the sequins out of your eyes, pry the rose from between your…

I need you to think back to Oct. 25… You’re prowling the aisles of your local Value Village or Party City searching for that perfect Halloween costume. You near the end of the…

When I was younger I had this foggy impression that adults had everything figured out. I was sure that my mom, my dad, my teachers and my babysitter knew everything there was…

“I want to die”: four words that should alarm their listener. Four words that should cause your heart to drop, your stomach to flip and your eyes to widen to the size…

“Brantford” and “beautiful”: two words that are never used in the same sentence, as I learned very quickly as a first-year. Coming from a small town surrounded by rolling hills and quaint villages, I found…