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Roxanne Tellier – A Crack in the Patriarchal Egg

Posted in life, Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2019 by segarini

At the end of the Montgomery bus boycott, Martin Luther King Jr famously paraphrased the words of Theodore Parker, American transcendentalist and pastor, when he stated, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

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Roxanne Tellier – How Much for Your Soul?

Posted in life, Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2019 by segarini

On the day after 4 million students from all around the world marched to protest their respective governments’ lack of decisive action on climate change, Bob Lefsetz noted that the photos and the chatter had already been pushed off the pages of both terrestrial and online press sites.

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Roxanne Tellier – Building Tiny Bomb Shelters for Fun and Profit

Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2019 by segarini

Ever have the feeling that you picked the wrong decade to try to get and stay healthy, focused, connected and relatively substance free?

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Roxanne Tellier – The Long Road From Normal

Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 3, 2019 by segarini

A long, long time ago, I used to play chess. Not very well, to be honest; I was probably a better backgammon player if anything. Or maybe I wasn’t all that great at either.

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Roxanne Tellier – My City Was Gone

Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2018 by segarini

Living just enough, just enough, for the city.”

The Big Cities of the past weren’t for everyone. In the hardscrabble days when I was growing up in Montreal or in Toronto, a city rat could always make ends meet, somehow, some way. There was always that neighbourhood where you could find a deal, that part of town where, while it might not be pretty, but, be it ever so humble, you could find a place to crash if you were short of dough. Or a place to score if you wanted to get high. You might not have a Rolex, but you could find a knockoff for a couple of bucks.

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