Students studying journalism, in Canada at least, are made to understand that they are an important part of the democratic system -- that the best way to have good government is to have informed voters...
Though I didn't necessarily plan it out this way, here is the third installment in somewhat of a series on media literacy and a bit of a peek behind the curtain detailing what it's like to be a reporter these days.
As anyone who has visited my office or has seen me strolling around in one of my favourite caps knows, I'm a fan of the Montreal Canadiens, or the Habs (short for Les Habitants) and have been since I was about five years old.
The release, last week, of video of a confrontation between Masai Ujiri and a police officer who stopped the Toronto Raptors' President as he tried to join his team on the court in Oakland...
You know what they say: opinions are like [the last stop in the digestive system]; everybody has one. Do journalists count when we talk about everyone? Are journalists people? The answer is yes, though some might disagree.
As a parent of a soon-to-be public elementary school student, my inbox has seen a fair number of e-mails from the Avon Maitland District School Board regarding the upcoming year and things are changing rapidly.
During the late 1960s, I and the other 3,000 students attending Ryerson Polytechnical Institute walked past the statue of Egerton Ryerson every day for three years without giving it a thought.
When I went to journalism school at Humber College, one of my first writing teachers made it abundantly clear that you would have to have a thick skin to do this job.
It seems that there is a misconception in the community about what appears in The Citizen with people thinking Shawn or myself write about things in which we have a personal stake.
Recently, a poll in the U.S. showed that 31 per cent of those asked believe Donald Trump on the COVID-19 pandemic, despite hundreds of doctors and scientists who have contradicted him.
Weeks ago, when Jess and I were trucking back and forth to Stratford Hospital with Tallulah in tow, there were some days I'd be allowed up with the girls for their face time with the doctor, while on others I'd be turned back to the parking lot.
How many times have you written out an e-mail only to leave it in your draft folder for a day and then subsequently delete it for one reason or another? How many times have you angrily pounded out a text only to, just as your thumb hovers over...
Earlier this year, I was supposed to take a bit of a vacation with my family. We were preparing for time off to be relegated to when my daughter Mary Jane isn't in class.
The argument behind the drive to "defund" police is that the scope of police power has continued to expand until many of the duties we expect officers to do is beyond the scope of their original "to serve and protect" mandate
As Jess, Tallulah and I have reaped the benefits of an overly generous group of friends, neighbours, family and community members, one thing has really hit home every time I open a gift for our daughter: there are some really talented people out there.
There are, in fact, stupid questions. That isn't to say there aren't also stupid answers, but contrary to the comments a lot of my grade school and even some high school teachers made, there are in fact stupid questions.
With Dr. Theresa Tam, Canada's Chief Public Health Officer, last week urging Canadians not to give in to pandemic fatigue, it's fascinating to read an article in Walrus magazine about just how much public health officials...
Since having Tallulah late last month, Jess and I have been really keeping to ourselves. We haven't been out for big walks or holding court at the east end of King Street and there's a good reason for that: V.I.P. access for her grandparents.