The Pandemic Taught Me I Don’t Need to Smile
I thought smiling made me a nice person. Not only was I making everyone’s day better by blessing them with an unobstructed view of my bright and shiny chompers, but I was showing them they matter. My smiling made others feel important.Then it dawned on me: My adult smiling was an offshoot of my childhood attention grabbing. Never was this more obvious to me than when I had to mask up for COVID.
Honey, a Robot Took my Job and That’s OK
By Leah Eichler “Are you saying, Dad, you’re glad you lost your job?” “In many ways, Josie, yes. And it’s not like I really lost my job. It’s all been part of the changes. Everyone’s had to find new ways to live their lives.” There’s a pivotal moment in Kazuo Ishiguro’s latest novel, […]
Did A Bank Teller Change Ontario’s Course on Basic Income?
By Jamie Swift During Ontario Premier Doug Ford’s 2018 election campaign, he promised to stay the course, funding the province’s Basic Income pilot project for its full three years. It took a few short weeks for his government to kill the research project. Why? Maybe Ford’s boss-friendly cronies had heard that Hamilton bank teller James […]
