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You don't have time to volunteer, so maybe you should

Katrina Onstad hates brunch.

The Toronto-based journalist finds it to be a colossal time-waster, although she phrases it more delicately. “I’m a little ambivalent about it. 838 more words

Events

How Patagonia's Worn Wear Program Will Make You Love Your Old Gear

This story first appeared at Mountain Culture.

The other day I resigned from my day job. I walked out of the CAO’s office and into the washroom and realized there was a hole worn through the elbow of my shirt. 940 more words

Lisa Richardson

It's time to upgrade your Leave No Trace mindset

I rode a quick lap of No Err the other morning. It was 10 days since the Nimby Fifty bike race had sent 230 riders that way, and I assume that four of those racers were responsible for the discarded energy gel packets I picked up along my ride. 840 more words

Wellness

What winning the lottery really means

When the $2.2 million cheque arrived from the BC Children’s Hospital Lottery Foundation on Thursday May 11, it was one week since Lana McKenzie discovered she had bought the winning ticket. 834 more words

Lisa Richardson

Garlic Independence Day

I have not bought garlic at the store for at least 5 years.

Not so much as a single bulb.

I have achieved Garlic Independence. 919 more words

Lisa Richardson

The meaner you get, the meaner you get

I’m sitting up until midnight to try and register my kid for the last remaining spot in pre-school swimming lessons at Meadow Park. I’m a non-resident, so I have to wait until all Whistler residents get their pick of the spring programs, and I’ve watched as the spots slowly filled up with a vague sense of panic, anxiety and disgruntlement – a combo pack of emotions that I have come to know as a Scarcity Attack. 746 more words

Wellness

The meaner you get, the meaner you get: pushing back on my scarcity mindset with a little help from Brene Brown and some primitive skills experts

I’m sitting up until midnight to try and register my kid for the last remaining spot in pre-school swimming lessons at Meadow Park. I’m a non-resident, so I have to wait until all Whistler residents get their pick of the spring programs, and I’ve watched as the spots slowly filled up with a vague sense of panic, anxiety and disgruntlement – a combo pack of emotions that I have come to know as a Scarcity Attack. 755 more words

Lisa Richardson