Borderline. You’ll find it next to Antisocial, Histrionic, and Narcissistic, under “cluster B.” Quite complex and, in many ways, contradictory. The thing about personality disorders is they are pervasive, leaving most experiences to linger by their taste of disillusionment. By my late teens, it became my custom to check for expiry dates on labels, cartons of cream, friendships, and other contractual agreements—especially romantic ones. You see, love makes me dismissive; I am subservient and submissive to those who scorn me. If you have scorned me, then I have loved you, if only because you have made it a point to…

On The Drip, a podcast that I host with Kurtis Vermont, we often discuss how we are living amidst a societal racial reckoning. But are we reckoning with the fact that some of our most senior legislators, people literally deciding on the fates of our children, have contributed to the creation and maintenance of unsafe environments for Black people in Ontario?

Over the last few days, I’ve observed tech bros, Libertarian free speech advocates, and self-proclaimed “thought leaders” soil themselves with excitement (or disbelief) over the announcement of Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter.

On April 5th, Doug Ford’s administration announced that they will increase the minimum wage by $0.50 if they win the next election. Excuse me, but are you joking?

When I first started working in politics, I knew how difficult the path I had chosen would be. I knew that politics required long hours, a healthy dose of selflessness and a willingness to get back up and keep fighting when the going gets tough.  I also knew what it meant for my family and its repercussions on the amount of time I would be able to spend around my only son, Noah.

In her confirmation hearings, the soon-to-be associate justice of the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS), Ketanji Brown-Jackson is displaying the epitome of something my father always told me: never argue with a fool because from the outside it's hard to tell who is who.

We had just moved into a three-bedroom apartment on Jane Street and Falstaff Avenue. The part of Toronto that is self-protected, held together by the local community. My mother had been raising the four of us on her own, and we were coming out of a homeless shelter. By 28, she had experienced the trauma of fleeing her home in Somalia from a brewing civil war. Yet clinging to life in a land that was foreign, holding her infant children with nothing but a plastic bag, seemed insignificant to the pain of being ripped apart from her family, betrayed, abandoned,…

#OttawaPoliceFailed. That is the trending hashtag on Twitter at the time of writing this piece. For the last week, I’ve seen scores of people come to the conclusion that the police are not doing their job of keeping order, enforcing the law, or at the very least, trying to make those who are occupying Ottawa uncomfortable. Instead, we see them taking selfies, returning camping debris, and failing to enforce injunctions to prevent occupiers from storing gasoline and diesel in containers. At the very least, it could be argued these things would have been the best course for public safety. 

In 2020, a Black physician, Dr. Susan Moore, captured her experience with racism in healthcare on her cellphone. It was the beginning of the pandemic, and she had been diagnosed with COVID-19.

Warning: This article contains details that may be distressing for some readers. 

Some of you have correctly identified January 29, 2022 (aka Trucker Karen-Voy) as our January 6, 2021. And yes, if January 6 was your firstborn crying about not getting what they want, then January 29 is your second born.