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*off the cuff, despairing rant* Gillingham campaigned on creating neighourhood action teams that will look for issues in communities, including icy sidewalks, he said. "I've been working to, and will continue to work to improve snow clearing in this city, our winter city. I think the neighborhood action teams are really going to help," he said. https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/manitoba/sidewalk-snow-clearing-motion-1.6807358 Mayor Gillingham, can you seriously claim to be "working on it" when you have zero ideas and you outright reject the councillor who comes at you with a suggestion? "People have the right to participate equally in society," Allard told the committee. It's painfully apparent city councillors -- and our former-pastor mayor -- don't really believe that.  Only people who get around in cars matter in this city.  One councillor patronizingly explained that he wears grippy footwear in winter as though that would solve everyone...

“Hats, were made for your head, For when it’s cold outside to keep you warm instead....” It was just a silly ditty – and it’s probably telling it’s the only part of the song I can remember. I was resolutely anti-hat at the time, with my main experience being forced by my mother to wear ugly toques when the other kids just used their hood or had no headwear at all.  Eventually, I embraced toques because they do keep you warm after all.  In my university years, I uncharacteristically bought a black wool beret at The Bay one winter and thus began my journey of becoming a girl in a hat. At first, I wore it practically. The little point at the top betrayed it as a beret but I pulled it down over my ears because hats are supposed to keep you warm, right? But I grew to love the thing, and replaced it with an identical cap after leaving the original behind somewhere by accident. I’m not sure what prompted the shift, but at some point I began wearing it French style (cocked to the...

  It’s not fair Another body of an indigenous woman has turned up in the landfill....and it’s not the one they expected to find.  It’s an unspeakable horror.  I’m ashamed that it was not the headline about this this tragedy that caught my attention and pierced my heart but rather the connection to someone I know.  A Facebook friend who used to volunteer with LBE recognized the name in the news as a beautiful, plucky, caring, servant-hearted girl who had been part of the kids clubs when he was younger. His lament for her brought this woman’s life out of the news and into reality.  Yet how can this be reality? What trauma it must inflict upon a community never knowing who may disppear next! And to be treated in such a careless, dignity-less way after violence.  I walk the same streets as these women. In the downtown, I get around by foot and by bike at all hours of the day or night. There *are* times I decide it’s more prudent not to be out alone “this late” ...