Top Ten Audio Storytelling sites

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No list about audio storytelling would be legit without This American Life. These are the masters and I can’t imagine a person who could listen and not be enchanted. I might not be able to be friends with that person. Ira Glass, an early adopter of hipster eyeglasses makes vocal ticks like hesitating feel sexy. Early contributors like Sarah Vowell and Starlee Kine set the tone for the smart, introspective, funny tone of the show and really changed the way we think of radio with their atypical radio voices.

QWF Writes: Poetry at Elizabeth House by Dale Matthews

Photo by Inna Sharf

Language pulls us along and we swim with the current or against it or diagonally. It’s bigger than any of us and has a lot to do with how we think of ourselves, how the young women in Elizabeth House think of themselves and their children. Think of the words in the mouths of powerful people in your own life that have changed you, maybe a little, maybe for a lifetime: Good, Bad, Lazy, Yes, Stupid, Pretty, Fat, Brilliant, Lovely, Never, No, Wonderful.

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carte blanche's 10th anniversary!

The rumours are true: we’re turning ten years old this fall! We know, we know, we don’t look a day over three.

We’ve got quite a few plans to mark our anniversary. We’ll be celebrating all year leading up to our autumnal birthday: at the beginning of each month, a different carte blanche editor will share their own Top 10 list on the blog.

Top Ten Canadian Key Words and Phrases


Sorry, everyone else, but when Canadians apologize to you it’s not an expression of deference. Unlike “eh”, which means to Canadians what it means to everyone else—it’s an invitation to polite disagreement, the opposite of the British “don’t they?” or “aren’t they?”—the Canadian “sorry” means something more like “Ah jeez, I’ve got to deal with this idiot?” (Say it in a Fargo accent to get the full effect.)

Posted on February 12, 2014

QWF Writes: I Can’t Even Imagine Not Being Here by Carolyn Marie Souaid

Photo: Endre Farkas

I was at a friend’s house and we were talking about death and the statistical probability of heaven, all that deep stuff you talk about over tea on a cold winter’s day. I was thinking about all those viewings I had been to in my lifetime, how the faces of people in their coffins never quite look like they are just asleep. I couldn’t for the life of me fathom what it would be like to not exist.