The Other
“Just breathe.” White snow blows across my computer screen as these words appear: “Why are you so nervous?” A soft…
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Silent Interactions
Bà nội uses one swollen foot to pull herself around in her wheelchair. That’s the image I see, the sound…
Diary of a Fatherless Daughter
The English Oxford Dictionary (OED) defines grief as “a very sad feeling, especially when someone dies.” Featuring up to six…
Campus in Limbo
Despite my classes being online, I chose to spend my second year in residence at the University of Toronto Mississauga….
I Wish This Didn’t Have to Change
On May 31, 2021, I, along with the rest of the students at the University of Toronto Mississauga (UTM), received…
The Grey Divide During Covid-19
We shuffle them up like a set of old documents relegated to the storage unit. Just important enough not to…
The Epidemic of Social Media
At the height of the pandemic, almost half the world spent 18 hours a day in their homes. Thrust into…
You’re More Creative Than You Think
The start of summer 2020 was a bumpy one for me. Two months of online school and ten pounds later,…
A Car Headed for a Cliff? Health Care in Rural and Northern Ontario.
Context In Ontario, 90 per cent of the population resides within 160 kilometres of the American border. The remaining ten…
The Growing Poem: A Day of Life
a day unfolding in its own shapeless way. by noon the world will hum into shades of flame all will…
Letter from the Editors
Windows are a staple of The Medium office. There’s some meaning to be derived from them about transparency and the search for…
Homecoming
“Don’t worry if you can’t recognize them,” my dad says to my sisters and me as we push our luggage…
Finding Home
It takes me a while to acclimate to Russia’s white nights. As light peers through the windows and drapes across…
Growing Through Expectations: Taking Back Ownership of Our Own Lives, Successes, and Challenges
The names in this piece have been changed to protect individual privacy. “Do you want to prove them right?” When…
Trapped in an Unrelenting Mind
It’s 9:22 a.m. A frail adolescent boy sits crossed-legged on his bed. His polo shirt, once soft and bright red,…