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Michael Ravenhill slept nine hours in three days. Fifty-four hundred minutes. Between the first outdoor event on a warm Thursday evening in Victoria and the closing curtain Saturday night—four events, thousands of guests, Josh Groban’s voice carrying across the Inner Harbour like something the water had been waiting to hold, after the RCAF 410 TacticalRead more

With autumn’s grand tapestry unrolling across our majestic country, I find myself completely spellbound by the sheer grace of the season. Look at the leaves blazing in defiant shades of burnt orange, fiery crimson, and shimmering gold. Gaze across the prairie stubble standing resolute in freshly cut farmers’ fields under an infinite, crystalline blue sky.Read more

Never mistake the noise for the heartbeat On a warm August evening in Victoria’s Inner Harbour, the world seemed to hold its breath. Out on the water, resting heavy in the tidal basin directly beneath the watchful, illuminated dome of the British Columbia Parliament Buildings, sat an immense, 180-foot, 789-tonne industrial flat-deck steel barge. InRead more

I must have been no older than six. Maybe, seven. I got up, ready for another yummy bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice. Milk, of course, too. And there it was. It had my name on it. Four words: Happy Valentine’s Day, Cam. Now, I had heard about this Valentine’s Day. IRead more

I was all of 14 years old when I saw an image, which would be a lifelong feature film – something I could, with the blink of an eye, see – now in 5K resolution. It was after an Alberta Junior Hockey League afternoon game between the Pass Red Devils and the Edmonton Mets. Interestingly,Read more

I’ve always loved breakfast. That appetite took hold in my twenties, while covering wheelchair basketball across the Western U.S. Just a young reporter chasing stories, late-night deadlines, and finding the nearest watering hole to enjoy a beverage before closing time. I’d roll into a dining room well past 10 a.m., still groggy, unshaven, and withRead more

Here’s the thing about a city jonesing for a championship: the air gets weird. It gets heavy. In Edmonton right now, it’s a high-voltage hum you can feel in your teeth, a city-wide feedback loop of desperation and manic hope bouncing off the concrete. They’re praying for a 35-pound silver trophy called Stanley. For 45Read more

The colours of fall are back – orange, green, yellow, brown – and with them, the roar of the crowd, the crack of the puck, the squeak of the court. Football, hockey, basketball – new seasons, new chances: a fresh surge of energetic potential of new opportunities. Just like those teams coming together, good things,Read more

They don’t just arrive. They tumble in, almost as if the very spirit of Thanksgiving has nudged them along – cars pull up crooked on the driveway, doors opening like pages from a well-worn family album, and before a single casserole dish crosses the threshold the children are gone, a stampede of sneakers and squealsRead more

There are days on the calendar which are wrapped in celebration, complete with flags waving, fireworks blooming against dark skies, brass bands marching down Main Street. And then there is November 11. It does not shout. It stands in silence — like a lone soldier at dawn, chin lifted to the cold, rifle resting againstRead more