After the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami, international aid groups hired local contractors to carry out reconstruction efforts. But not all of the money donated ended up in the right hands. A Red Cross whistleblower investigates human trafficking–and what happens when good works go bad
I sat frozen, wanting to reach for my wine. My extremities had long ago been numbed by the cold but the syrah was icing over. With two layers of thermal underwear, a parka, and wearing my puffiest down-filled winter mittens, every manoeuvre required precision. I reached out, formed my hand into a claw, advanced it […]
As a reporter in Iqaluit, I wrote countless stories about sexual assault and domestic violence. Then it happened to me. Here’s what I found when I went back, 20 years later
A bridge, a lock, a solo wanderer in Rome
You hear the slow, fluid drawl of the South everywhere you go in Savannah. It’s the kind of town where the undulating lineup for scoops at Leopold’s Ice Cream—with flavours like lemon custard and Tutti Frutti, unchanged since 1919—is actually pleasant to be in, worth the wait just for the friendly banter and easy warm […]
The quest started. We were on Roosevelt Avenue, in Queens, in traffic, under the elevated train. Just this morning Frank had taken the Quest in to get the engine certified. I know a guy, he told me, I know a guy, I know a guy. But each time he brought the vehicle to a stop […]
The town of Centreville sits on the northeast arm of Newfoundland, and is not near the centre of anywhere at all. To get there, I exited the Trans-Canada Highway and headed ninety minutes down a two-lane road studded with small towns. The speed limit most of the way was forty kilometres an hour, which Newfoundlanders […]
From politeness bootcamp to a good old Canadian nod, we’re known for our good manners. But are we the nicest?
Seduced by ever-bigger exhibitions and corporate sponsorship, have we forgotten what the point of art is in the first place?
Coffee culture and its dregs