Meg wasn’t sure what words to use when Dr. Waubun asked her if she wanted to share what happened three years ago. She was quiet, gazing out of the therapy office window cracked open a couple inches under red blinds. It looked out into a sample of forest, or, rather, the last piece of one if the land were a pie tray (as the developers believed). Late afternoon was blending with evening, the trees were bare under a fog duvet, and even though this bit of forest was so close by,

by Mikaela Brewer, for The 44 North Senior Editor Mikaela Brewer  is a multidisciplinary writer, poet, speaker, researcher, and mental health advocate & activist. Children sitting at desks listening to the teacher. As back-to-school season approaches, our discussions and preparation tend to centre current students. This isn’t a bad thing, of course, but we wondered about all the former students who became high school teachers, music teachers, elementary school teachers, profe

What happens if you fall in love with a colour? Bluets by Maggie Nelson has been on my reading list for quite some time. In all honesty, I have been in the worst reading slump arguably in my life. In tandem with entering my final year for my bachelor’s degree, I feel a strange sort of grief following me wherever I go.