Discussion on the Theatre Ontario Showcase 2012, with Carlos Bulosan Theatre Company. Originally posted on February 2012.
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Discussion on the Theatre Ontario Showcase 2012, with Carlos Bulosan Theatre Company. Originally posted on February 2012.
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Short story, originally meant to be written as a radio ghost drama pitch. Originally written on February 2012.
She lay; abandoned
A small whimpering traveled through the walls of a suburban home. Inside, a couple lay sound asleep in their bedroom.
The woman woke upon the whimpering, with a glazed look over her eyes. She glanced over at the clock on the bedside table—3:00 am. Startled and fearing an intruder, she attempted to wake her husband but faced no success. After a few moments of quiet conflict and deliberation, she ventured off on her own in search of the source of the sound.
Opinion-style essay. Originally written on January 2012.
I’m not worthless, but I need help: why YOU, as a Generation Y-er, could probably use a mentor
I’d been reading articles about employment and the baby-boomer generation in preparation to write a post complaining about how the job market sucks for my generation (Y, in case you wonder), wanting to blame my parents’ generation for it. But instead, the articles persuaded me to tackle the idea of finding a [bit of a] solution, as I’d come to the conclusion that complaining would be completely useless. How? With the suggestion of an age-old method: mentorship.
College-style essay, citation in APA format. Originally written on December 2011.
“Local” food hits home
The idea of eating “local” food is an ancient one that somehow has almost been forgotten in our modern society—if you look around at your local supermarket, labels on food boast distances as far as Asia. But more recently, the “local food” movement has appeared back into light and has gathered momentum.
Travel blog post. Originally written on May 2011.
12 May 2011: Pittsburgh (pictures at the end!)
The beginning of my trip started at the coach station in downtown Toronto. I had packed my big purse with my regular travel items (toiletries, passport, phone, etc), and prepared myself for the expected wet weather. I was not looking forward to walking all day in the rain, but that’s never stopped me before.