Walking
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Extreme walking
I'm sore today, my body jolting me with pain when I make demands of it. Sandy and I went parkouring yesterday, on the first day that deserved to be...
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The gender roles of walking
One day this winter, concerned women taped fluorescent orange flyers to lampposts on my street. The flyers warned of a rapist lurking in the area. They...
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The invisible touch
When most of us go for a walk, we walk with the privilege of sight. It is a privilege that not everyone walks with. For Randy Firth, head of...
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Willowdale’s secret socialbility
Second only to Scarberia in Toronto's pantheon of suburban derision, North York is synonymous with goofball boosterism (North York City!)...
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The safety dance
From my home, the closest marked pedestrian crossing on Queen Street West is the traffic lights at Queen and Augusta Avenue. But it takes ages for the...
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The joy of porches in the city
A few years ago, I had a girlfriend who lived in a house with a front porch. It was a classic — nice and deep, populated by some old furniture that...
By Matthew Blackett