Before I moved the part of Ontario I currently reside in, I thought I didn’t like peaches. Then I tried one that had literally been grown fifteen minutes from my apartment and I fell in love with this fresh, local autumn delicacy. As the harvest season approaches again, I become giddy with the thought that I can again prepare my favourite peachy dessert: crust-less peach pies.
Author: Melissa Harrison
How to Get Textbooks for Cheap
It is a cruel fact of life that young people have to pay an incomprehensible amount of money to attend post secondary school at a time in their lives when they can’t earn enough money in a year to cover the cost of school, let alone, life. Continue reading
Back to School: Best Shoes for University
I love shoes, especially pretty, cute, impractical ones, but despite attending a medium sized university, I do a lot of walking in a day. You see, my school was build in the 1960’s and, therefore, was build like a maze to aid in riot control – seriously – this, coupled with the fact that I am cheap enough to park half a kilometre further away to save a hundred dollars, equates to a rough day for my feet. However, do to a possible personality flaw, I am not willing to sacrifice my style to wear comfortable skate shoes or flip-flops everyday. For everyone else who is in the same boat as me, hopefully one that comes with a first mate who isn’t stingy with the foot rubs, here are my recommendations for back to university footwear. Continue reading
Missing the Movement
Feminists say, “A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle,” and although this is true, it seems today that all women, whether feminist or feminine, frown upon any woman who wants to keep a man, regardless of her need for one. After coming of age in a home that did not include my father, living with female roommates and then moving in with the man who is now my husband, I can honestly say, it is really nice to have a man around the house. I don’t need him to take out to garbage, squish the spiders or hook up the electronics, but he is there, he loves me and he wants to help me. What is so wrong with that? Continue reading