by Sara Macrae | Oct 6, 2025 | 2025 Finalists
Late October came with the swampy scent of lily pads slowly decomposing in Burnaby Lake, the sweet stench of detritus and stagnant water. It came with the screech of the Millennium Line in the early mornings, followed by lonely walks across rugby fields and... by Sara Macrae | Oct 6, 2025 | 2025 Finalists
No Solicitors I’ve spent my entire life expecting Change. They sit outside on my porch, waiting until I’m happy and settled before knocking on my door. No matter what I’m in the middle of doing, I always answer, I have to. Even though I only ever stand directly... by Sara Macrae | Oct 6, 2025 | 2025 Finalists
My cousin Frida has always been a little obsessed with beauty. When we were little, we would go out to the field behind the schoolyard where the other kids would play futbol, sit in the shade, and pick wildflowers together. One day, our friend Analisa taught us...