During a long, lazy, blazing-hot summer day on school break, a group of neighborhood kids and I were shuffled off to a local library’s community room for my first-ever improv workshop.

Hung with glowing neon spider webs and pink lighting bolts, Coup D’État sits patiently on the corner of Clark and Marie-Anne, waiting for clients and walk-ins.

Trained in the culinary arts, Fiona brings a passion for fresh, local flavors to every dish. Her childhood in Ukraine and China sparked a lifelong fascination with diverse culinary traditions, which she now weaves together with a focus on foraged ingredients and the magic of fermentation.

There’s free popcorn on a table to the right, and interviews for Letterbox are being held in the hallway. Giggling students crouch over the microphone and compare notes on recent favorite films while others hunch over a table to admire stickers for the second-ever Twelve Vacancies Film Festival.

The first time I stepped foot in the Montreal Makers Market, it was to get out from under a scorching 3pm sun in July.

Sleazy Christmas is back! Dawn McSweeney takes you behind the scenes of this unique holiday fundraiser for Forget The Box, revealing the inspiration, the lineup, and Andrew Jamieson's surprising love for all things Christmas. Support local art and have a laugh this holiday season!

Street lamps gleamed against turning trees; juicy oranges, crisp reds, and mellow yellows, on the cusp of tumbling from their branches in the late October chill. I headed to Mcsway Poetry Collective’s Halloween open mic, hosted at the ever-so-cozy community hub, The Yellow Door.

Metatron Press is an award-winning literary publisher based in Montréal, Quebec. Founded and managed by Ashley Obscura, this remarkable publishing house is “devoted to publishing new perspectives in literature that reflect the experiences and sensibilities of our time.”

Nestled on Montreal’s bustling Saint Laurent Boulevard lies a hidden gem known as The Wiggle Room—a venue steeped in cabaret charm, burlesque feathers and wayward rhinestones.

Back home in southwestern Ontario, it’s a twenty-minute drive to the nearest second-hand bookstore, a place which, for the longest time, I did not know the name of. It’s a long, single-story building with book-patterned posters lining the windows and pictures of the children whom the non-profit benefits placed in the entryway.