The man who runs the Maison Orléans, a place of healing and welcoming in the Hochelaga-Maisonneuve district, is curious. The subject being discussed – rehabilitation in a prison setting. By Colin McGregor Why ask me about this subject? Because, at the time, I am in […] See more
“You want to be a journalist, my son?” said my late father, himself a journalist on the now-defunct Montreal Star, when I announced at a very young age my intentions to follow in his footsteps. By Colin McGregor “To write, he said, “You have to […] See more
“You want to be a journalist, my son?” said my late father, himself a journalist on the now-defunct Montreal Star, when I announced at a very young age my intentions to follow in his footsteps. By Colin McGregor “To write, he said, “You have to […] See more
“You want to be a journalist, my son?” said my late father, himself a journalist on the now-defunct Montreal Star, when I announced at a very young age my intentions to follow in his footsteps. By Colin McGregor “To write, he said, “You have to […] See more
“You want to be a journalist, my son?” said my late father, himself a journalist on the now-defunct Montreal Star, when I announced at a very young age my intentions to follow in his footsteps. By Colin McGregor “To write, he said, “You have to […] See more
A Canadian prison is certainly not a concentration camp. But one thing unites all those for whom poverty, sickness, bad luck or their own misadventures have ended them up quarantined from the world. By Colin McGregor In prison there are no women who are our […] See more
“Darkness, la noirceur. It’s the darkness.” We are in prison, in a common room for inmates. A kitchenette, a TV fixed to the wall, a few chairs, some couches. By Colin McGregor He’s spent 40 years behind bars. Only last week did he get permission […] See more
I awake in a sweat, dazed and disoriented. I turn my pillow over to the dry, cold side underneath, and think: a few seconds ago, I was walking along Sherbrooke Street on a sunny summer’s day, rummaging through second-hand bookstores. Not now. My eyes adjust […] See more
When a bee wants to tell the rest of the hive that he’s found a new source of pollen, he does it with a dance. By Colin McGregor When we want to communicate with each other, we use words. And the words we use have […] See more
In 1916, there was a revolution in retail shopping. The Piggly Wiggly grocery store was opened in Memphis. Before the Piggly Wiggly, shops kept their goods behind the counter. If you walked in and wanted to buy something you’d tell the staff what you wanted, […] See more
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