Sara Swain is a Contributing Editor at The Independent. She holds a PhD in Communication and Culture from York University and has taught courses about media, film, and television studies. Her essays have appeared in Offscreen magazine and PUBLIC journal, among others. She likes public art and culture, bioregionalism, placemaking, hospitality, and anything to do with carrier pigeons. She recently moved back to St. John’s.
Building safer communities. Inertia when a motion dies. A nordic spa, maybe. Child care and dog hair. Ward 4 by-election. Hickman is a poet and he knows it.
Last week’s snow lingers on. The poet laureate visits. A new mid-rise on Harvey Rd. A take-out-dream deferred on Hamilton Ave. Keeping St. Clare’s close.
Remembering Snowmageddon. A desire for daycares. The importance of diverse housing types. New standards for old churches. Getting serious about harm reduction.
Affordable housing coming to Hamilton Ave. and Bennett Ave. and bedsitting rooms at the HUB. Plus: a new design manual to help developers get it right the first time.
Complicated and misunderstood, our provincial symbol is more than a cold-blooded carnivore; it's a model for hospitality, collaboration, and community.
Froude’s gone but not forgotten. A ghost kitchen haunts Springdale Street. Decisions about collisions. A new fourplex brings change to University Avenue. Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library comes to town.
A 2024 Budget is born. Snow clearing wishes come true. Affordable housing visions dance on the horizon. An old tree gets a second chance. And requests for parking relief reveal a shocking truth: not everyone drives a car (gasp!)
Toilets are the talk of the town this week, just not in chambers. Excitement about a big shiny apartment building. Housing may not trickle down, but raw sewage does, and the Goulds is finally getting theirs treated. A water tax loophole is closed. And wetlands are open for assessment.
Students ask Mayor Breen the tough questions. National Housing Day looms. Trails are expanding in a round-about way. Ignore the mace, but mind your road rage ahead of those holiday parades.