Postscript

The best of Kingston

After another year has gone by, Postscript polled our readers to find our favourite spots to study, party, shop and more in the city.Continue...

Last Words

When I first stepped into the Journal office, it wasn’t nearly a perfect fit. The floors were covered in a respectable layer of dust and the couches reeked of cigarette smoke. I’ve now spent three years here, losing sleep over all the ways we could be better, wanting to take a breath.Continue...

Leaving law school and my guilt behind

I was thirteen years old when I performed my first magic trick. All I had to do was say the words “law school” to my parents, and they’d transform into different people. The perpendicular worry-lines which marked my mother’s forehead softened. My father smiled.Continue...

Mourning my almost-lives

In Nairobi, the ghosts of all the women I could have been cascaded in and out of my body.Continue...

Fighting mental health stigma starts from within

Growing up, the only time I can remember learning about mental health was through my hockey association’s charity.Continue...

Finding a language I can call my own

Ever since my family immigrated to Canada, I’ve been trying to find the perfect balance between Russian, the language of my family, and English, the language of my new home.Continue...

Restructuring my relationship with food

The way I look was one of the only sources of control I had over my life.Continue...

Parting with my roots is more difficult than I expected

In April of 2019, I moved back to Prince Edward County for the final time.Continue...

‘Red’ grew up with me in ‘Taylor’s Version’

When the original version of Red was released, I was in middle school.Continue...

Letting go of my fears of the world ending

I spent my childhood waiting for the world to end.

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