The Six Foot Canasian
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Posted 19 September 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
When I moved back to Calgary in 2013, after living in the US for several years, my American friends were puzzled by my decision to come home. Although I moved stateside to "chase the American dream" it didn't take long to realize that something was missing ... something that (at that time) was hard to describe. It wasn't until I moved back to Calgary that I realized exactly what it was ... community.
Posted 14 September 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
Although I am Chinese, I've spent most of my life turning to Western medicine. As hard as my mother tried to get me to take Chinese herbal remedies when I was younger, I resisted her efforts every step of the way! I wanted the cough syrup that tasted like fruit punch or the pills from the pharmacy that the doctor prescribed. It wasn't until I worked for a pharmaceutical company (in my previous life) that I started questioning the system and was open to looking for alternate options.
Posted 6 September 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
I never considered myself "creative". Growing up, I would breeze through math and science, solving problems and understanding theories (my Asian brain in its "happy place"), but would stare at a blank piece of paper or canvas waiting for the "answer" to appear. I didn't understand how someone could take an idea or draw on inspiration to create something so beautiful for the world to see. I have always admired this gift and hoped that (one day) I would learn how. And then I met Pam Morales!
Posted 31 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
Angela Dione and Angel Guerra were onto something when they created Market Collective, an independent market, giving local artists and budding entrepreneurs a place to call "home". After spending the last three days in the East Village, at their seven year anniversary event in RiverWalk Plaza, there is no question in my mind that we are now living in the "Age of the Entrepreneur"!
Posted 23 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
I have worked with many photographers in my lifetime, many of which during my years modelling for Elite in Toronto. The photographers were typically men, between the ages of 30 to 50 years, were incredibly serious, wouldn't strike up a conversation, didn't make eye contact, and rarely smiled. Marta Tomašir is NOT your typical photographer.
Posted 20 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
Growing up in a small town with only four television channels (and long before smartphones, tablets or the Internet even existed), playing "dress up" with my friends was one of my most favourite things to do. I remember transforming four dining chairs and a bed sheet into a secret world where we could be anyone and do anything imaginable. Luckily, being the youngest of four sisters, colourful fashions, glittery accessories and an endless supply of pink lipstick and eyeliner were always within reach.
Posted 15 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
Like most Canadians, I gravitate to warmer beverages most months of the year (because the weather is typically cold and a coffee shop is just five minutes away). Lemonade was never something that I legitimately craved (most likely because my three older sisters played pranks on me when I was little and liked using sour lemons as weapons) ... but that all changed when I stumbled across Family Squeezed Lemonade!
Posted 13 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
Have you ever been afraid of something ... so afraid that you've become paralyzed or even stopped doing the things that made you truly happy? This fear can change your whole world overnight.
Posted 10 August 2015 by The Six Foot Canasian
My fondest memories of living in the United States included hot summer days with my best friends (and volleyball teammates), refreshing margaritas and authentic Mexican food. My mouth is watering just thinking about zesty salsa and chips, table side hand-smashed guacamole and fish tacos with freshly made flour tortillas. When I moved back to Calgary last year I was sad to leave that behind ... until I found Añejo!