Death Struck Where I Was Born, But Never Lived
/Pacinthe Mattar talks about how "shame and guilt move through my veins" when she missed the funerals of her grandmothers and uncles in Death Struck Where I Was Born, But Never Lived.
Read MorePacinthe Mattar talks about how "shame and guilt move through my veins" when she missed the funerals of her grandmothers and uncles in Death Struck Where I Was Born, But Never Lived.
Read MoreAdwoa Afful reflects on the passing of her grandmother and great-grandmother in On Death and Mourning From a Distance.
Read MoreAfter 40 years in Toronto, Septembre Anderson's relatives still grieve using Trinidadian mourning rituals. She talks about the death of her uncle in Nine Nights and Forty Days.
Read MoreRenee Sylvestre-Williams toured the mausoleums of New Orleans' Garden District during Halloween. She wandered through the cemetery and came back with a gallery of haunting photos.
Read MoreIn God Lives in India, Vivek Shraya writes about love, faith, disillusionment, and the death of his personal God, the multifaith guru Sai Baba.
Read MorePerhaps it happens in many cultures, but Helen Mo has only seen Asian and South Asian families hide death and illness from older relatives. "With one act, it’s possible to both love and disrespect," she writes in Don't Tell Grandma.
Read MoreRawiya Kameir explains the Sudanese ritual of beit el-bikka for In the House of Crying, a dramatic display of grief that first annoyed, then comforted, her.
Read MoreIn A Way of Death, Heather Li describes why her annual visit to her family graves is actually kind of fun.
Read MoreThe Wellness Issue
I wish I could share a different story of my reproductive life, one filled with love and ancient wisdom. But like the stories of many Indigenous women, mine reflects Canada’s ongoing legacy of colonization.
Our identities, no matter how malleable or elastic, are rooted in geographical locations. How do you get well when your wellness is connected to home, and home is thousands of miles away?
As an Indian yoga teacher in white spaces, I occupy a strange position: trying to honour the yogic tradition that I grew up with and simultaneously feeling unwelcome in the space.
Saving money for school, managing competing schedules and spending hours on public transit put immense pressure on me, and left no time to prioritize my health.
Chinese food and certain aspects of Eastern medicine have entered the mainstream, but traditional Chinese medicine is often regarded with suspicion and sometimes labelled as pseudoscience.
For centuries, community-focused care and ancestral healing knowledge have existed as practices of resistance and freedom for folks of colour.