With the topic of labelling GMOs such a priority elsewhere and something which the majority of Canadians want, why has Health Canada and the Canadian Food Inspection Agency been denying this information to the public? Why do the same companies that manufacture GM food for the Canadian market supply non-GM food to other parts of the world?
Planning a family vacation can be just as stressful as it is exciting and deciding on a destination that pleases both parents and kids isn't as easy as you might think. To help you be the holiday hero with your family, we surveyed child travellers worldwide to uncover the best destinations for family travel. Here are the top destinations rated as fantastic for family travel, as chosen by the kiddos themselves!
I am a non-binary trans person. I know that many people do not yet understand what this means. Many people refuse to acknowledge my existence. Being seen as I am by people is a remarkable feeling, and my grandmother gave this gift to me in the most unexpected moment. My grandmother spent her minute of clarity, while suffering in a state of almost perpetual dementia and physical exhaustion, to give me a beautiful gift of cross-generational respect as a trans person. To see me as I am.
The endless cycle of seasons has trained us well, and Canadians know to take all the necessary precautions to adjust to Old Man Winter. We swap out all seasonal tires for winter rubber, and switch off outside water sources. It's our own little insurance policy. Why don't we treat our health in the same manner?
This past December, I was finally home for the holidays, after missing two years of the holiday season with my family and friends in Toronto. In fact, in the past two years, I have only been home for a total of three times and each of those three times, there's been an emerging trend: "When did my parents get so cool?"
Sure, Thanksgiving is mostly lauded for the classic feast of turkey and cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy, and an array of pies that will make our inner piggies grunt with overfed satisfaction. But before you get lulled into that turkey coma, try doing something a little more active together as a family this long weekend.
Teens need to feel connected to their parents if they're going to open up to them, but it's harder these days for teens to connect. Social media makes it easier to be isolated and disconnected from parents and peers, as teens can opt to plug in to their technology and stay plugged in, rather than build real-life relationships.
When living with a mental illness, you feel scared and alone. You might have the best support system around you but you still feel like there is no one. It feels like nobody understands what is going through your mind and you are living in this dark scary world. You end up pushing away your family and friends. You become selfish and you don't care how you treat other people and how your actions affect them.
My first husband passed away suddenly at the age of 39 and in 60 seconds, I became a widow with a 12-and-a-half-year-old daughter. I never intended to remarry but time and divine intervention had other plans for me. I remarried. This brought with it a myriad of important things we needed to discuss and consider.
Parents need to walk that fine line between allowing their teens to fail and make mistakes, so that they can learn from these experiences, and keeping them from being self-destructive or self-defeating. It's important that teens see that their actions have consequences and learn from their own experiences what works for them and what doesn't work. The parents' role is to make sure that the consequences to their teen aren't so severe that there's no coming back.
Guilt and regret are the ugly Hyde to the Jekyll of sobriety, even years in. With new awareness, we relive past experiences---or in many cases bemoan what might have been. Pain and sorrow previously numbed by a drug or drink of choice is glaringly present, and strikes unpredictably---in the midst of a family gathering; alone, late at night; smack in the middle of an important work presentation, or during a particularly deep yoga class.
No one knows what my family is, or how exactly we all relate to each other at first sight, but it's always been a question of where we come from, and implicitly, a question of what we're doing here at all. I have never met someone who shares my ethnic mix (outside of my brother) in my entire life. My grandma divorced her husband. My mom ran off and married a black dude. They've never said it to my face, but I've figured that a lot of the amazing and independent choices my parents made as women didn't totally click with a lot of what India was telling women to be back in the day.