No, it's not cheap to live here. And yes, we could have bought a house in the suburbs for the same cost as our condo, but that's the thing -- we don't want a house. We don't want extra square footage that we're going to fill with things we never use. We just want to live the life that feels right for us.
It is a powerful dream. Despite my cynicism, I love Vancouver and its natives who rail against the "No Fun City" label with all their might. I have always fantasized that I would raise my children in a place where different cultures and personality types butt up against each other, where difference is a way of life and not cause for alarm.
Because camp isn't just a place, it's a state of mind.
My clock is ticking. Time is close. Come judgment day, I dread becoming another statistic languishing behind bars, referred to by a hashtag on Twitter knowing that the outcome of the trial may have nothing to do with evidence but merely based on the political score settling between Qatar and Egypt. It will be much harder this time around to get locked up for a crime I didn't commit after tasting freedom.
As we motored in closer, the first thing I heard was the heart-wrenching sound of an orca that was clearly in distress. Her vocalizations echoed across the small bay, an alarming deep and rounded cry that flattened into a squealing moan.
A sensitivity for the environment was a reason the Chateau Whistler launched a new product this summer, the Clubhouse Dinner and Nature Tour. The idea is for couples and families to learn about the flora, fauna and wildlife occupying the Robert Trent Jones Jr.-designed course that was opened in 1993.
Things are worse. They are so much worse. I cannot express how bad things are getting. It's because I love the work so much, that I have to leave. I've spent the last two years thinking about going. I've felt increasingly sorrowful that I simply cannot do all that these kids need and deserve me to do.
If we want to save more than memories of southern resident killer whales, we have to act now. This might include restricting the numbers and routes of vessels that travel through their critical habitat and cleaning up polluted waters while preventing additional contamination from new pollutants.
As a millennial myself, I've heard that common charge of our generation being "lazy" and I think this viewpoint is worth a deeper look, as I feel millennials have had to endure as much direct and intense criticism as generations past have.
It's not as if this particular pledge -- to support equal rights for trans people in federal and provincial legislation -- presents too onerous a moral stretch. At least it shouldn't if you're planning to walk in a parade celebrating lesbian, bisexual, gay and transgender people.
Treatment as prevention and it's related 90-90-90 target are the unequivocal, evidence-based path to ending the AIDS pandemic, the biggest health challenge of the last generation. As we close the 2015 IAS AIDS Conference in Vancouver, we call on the leaders of the world to join us to end the AIDS pandemic. The scientific evidence is all in, the UN 90-90-90 target is the only way forward. There is nowhere to hide. You are either with us or against us! We demand you deliver on the promise of an AIDS-free generation by fully embracing and funding the UN 90-90-90 target, domestically and internationally.
Asking lesser developed countries to deal with the negative consequences of the mining and refining of rare earths is the ultimate in hypocrisy. We ask for clean technologies but refuse to get our hands dirty in the process.
They have closed 24 out of 68 courthouses, 10 jails, 176 schools and 85 per cent of legal aid offices. It's really not hard to see where all the extra money came from.
A week after the spill was first reported, Nexen still does not know what caused the pipeline to rupture or when it might have started to leak. The pipeline may have been leaking for hours or even days before a problem was finally detected. Clearly, when it comes to pipelines, new does not necessarily mean better -- or even safer.
Sadly, the civic mayhem isn't limited to staffing, it's cross-contaminated a few council chambers, sometimes making the Hatfield and McCoy feud seem like an episode of the Brady Bunch.
Best eaten right away, but can also be put into an airtight container and frozen.