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Seusstivus Holiday Twitter Challenge All-Stars: Part 2

We received more than a thousand entries for our Seusstivus Twitter Challenge. A big thank you to CANSCAIP readers Carol-Ann Hoyte, Helaine Becker, Marty Chan and Lena Coakley for helping us collect and read them all....

Seusstivus Holiday Twitter Challenge All-Stars: Part 1

We received more than a thousand entries for our Seusstivus Twitter Challenge. A big thank you to CANSCAIP readers Carol-Ann Hoyte, Helaine Becker, Marty Chan and Lena Coakley for helping us collect and read them all....

Jonathan Goldstein: It's good to be a Grinch

The CBC's latest Grinch (and our official judge for the Seusstivus Twitter Challenge on Tuesday, December 18) on the Dr. Seuss-gangsta rap connection, what liking the name "Bartholomew" says about a person, and why you should never tweet in the back of a limo. ...

Next Twitter Challenge on Tuesday December 18th

We hope you've been enjoying Seusstivus brought to you by Canada Writes and some of our beloved Canadian children's authors. Now it's your turn to get in on the action with our Grinchily addictive Twitter challenge....

We have a winner: Close Encounters with Science

We had a lot of fun reading your true stories about the interactions you’ve had with science and technology that left a lasting impact. And our judge, the author and CBC Radio "Spark" host Nora Young, did too!There were so many great stories (read some of them here), but only one...

Close Encounters with Science: Meet the winner

We talk to the winner of the Close Encounters with Science writing challenge, Janet Trull of Ontario, about her winning story....

Announcing the longlist for “Close Encounters with Science”

This November, we asked you to send us a true personal story of a close encounter you had with science and technology. We were looking for personal stories that gave us an insight into human nature and how changes in our understanding of the world have made a lasting effect...

Meet the reader: Scott Fotheringham

Fiction writer (and molecular geneticist) Scott Fotheringham was one of two readers who read all of the submissions to our "Close Encounters with Science" writing challenge and helped select the finalists. ...

Meet the reader: Beverly Akerman

Beverly Akerman is the only Canadian fiction writer to have ever sequenced her own DNA. She was also one of two readers who read all of the submissions to our "Close Encounters with Science" writing challenge and helped select the finalists. ...

Jacob Speaks by Marcy White

It took eight years but I never gave up.Like most parents, I eagerly anticipated my child’s first words. Unlike most parents, I was told by doctors that my son would never talk. Despite Jacob’s many health and development challenges, I knew he had a lot to say. I was determined...

Science as Language by David Gosse

He was an older gentleman and the dishevelled look of a nutty professor fit him well. A retiree, he was not the normal teacher, nor was he one of the substitute teachers that frequented Prince of Wales Collegiate and so, without knowing where the class was in its text book,...

Racing Point of Light by Rob Colter

As night overtakes the bay, we grow quiet. The scent of the cooling forest wafts across the water. Small animals rustle at water’s edge. Overhead, the stars spread their surreal light, wrapping us in their mystery. Out of the west a bright star climbs, arcing rapidly across the sky, much...

Monochrome by Wayne MacPhail

Memory is a liar's notebook. Black and white television images overlap for me. The Beatles on Ed Sullivan, Neil Armstrong's ungainly foot on the lunar surface, the Zapruder film in slow motion on our living room Philco. They all tumble together now, five decades later, even though they span six...

Something Happened by Gwenellen Tarbet

A rush of blood soaks my pants and runs down my leg.  I frown, and watch puzzled as it spreads onto the grimy pea green carpet.  For a moment all I can think is, "That's going to leave a stain."  Then, "Where is all this blood coming from?"Kevin my co-worker...

The Science of Recess by Janet Trull

I am a shy nine-year-old girl with one friend.  Wendy is bold and full of ideas.  She is bored with the games in the playground.  Skipping, tossing hockey cards, playing bouncy ball.  They are for kids.  Wendy is drawn to the activities of the older boys, so we shadow them...

The Crystal Set by Edythe Anstey Hanen

It was an infinitesimal spark, a glittering shard of light from somewhere in the Universe. It was a moment that burst my small world open and ignited my imagination like a shooting star.This thing. A rough-edged piece of quartz-like glass about the size of a quarter; a thin copper wire...

Fallout by Patricia Hamilton

My son was born and raised in the 70’s in a one-room log cabin on a trapline east of Yellowknife. I hauled water from the lake to bathe him and wash his diapers. When he was nine months we headed out on a 1,000 kilometre boat trip with my in...

The Year of the Bulb by Sylvia Holt

The science revolution struck our old farmhouse on August 15th,1958. I was eleven and the oldest of five siblings. That night all of us stood reverently with Mom and Dad around the kitchen table staring up at the single light bulb fastened to the ceiling. A long string with a...

Seeing the World by Yvette Menard

My eyes have always been more than just a way for me to focus on the world.  They’ve been out of focus, really.  Born with one near sighted eye, one far sighted eye, one of those crossed, both of them with astigmatism, I was used to people looking at ME...

I No Longer Remember by Linda Hossie

I no longer remember what country I was in. I can recall only the sound—the soft pop-pop ... pop.  I was a reporter, in and out of conflict zones. I would have been gathering information, scribbling in a notebook, watching, asking, listening— and then stopping in my tracks. Everything else...

Total Eclipse of My Heart by Laurie Burns

I have had a lifetime fascinating with the sky, with the planets, with thinking about how big, wondrous and dark it is. My father horned my love for the sky and the beginning of this love affair is one of the first memories of my life.I remember been shaken awake,...

The Red Devil by Julie Achtermeier

The nurses bustle from patient to patient, plastic smiles plastered on their faces. The familiar chemical smell fills my nostrils and ignites a new fear; how much more can I take? A perky nurse leads me and my husband to an area with a big La-Z-Boy chair and tells me...

Premature by Johanna Van Zanten

My temporary assignment had come to an end. I would not see 19-year-old Candace and her baby Amy anymore in a professional capacity.  To my surprise, one Saturday morning a few months later I got a call from Candace.“Hi, I am just calling to tell you that Amy has died....

The New Age by Lyle Burwell

It was October of 1957; not too late in the month, I think, because I remember the night was warm. Over the years, cities have hidden themselves from the stars. But this was before that and they filled the sky.My brother and I, thrilled to be out so late, were...

Firsts by Kelly Marcon

A blast! A real blast. Adjust the microscope. Lymphoblast? Can’t be. Not on my first night shift alone. I’m over reacting. I’m sure it’s a blast cell and if that’s true then they’re all blasts. Try a higher magnification. That’s better. Yeah, that’s a blast alright. Or is it. The...

Close Encounters by Caroline Woodward

We lived at the top end of an L-shaped piece of land in the north Peace River region. To get to the Co-op, Dad drove our team of horses along a narrow dirt road, across a steep-banked coulee over a gap-toothed wooden bridge and finally on a proper gravel road...

The MRI by Shannon Falconer

It’s 4:30 a.m. when my alarm clock goes off. I reach towards the noise on my bedside table and struggle to recall what day of the week it is. Sunday. I roll over, slipping back into sleep when it suddenly hits me: oh right, I have to be at the...

My First Experiment by Odie Geiger

As the child of a father who had studied bacteriology and had a keen interest in nature, I had been probably been exposed to science from my earliest days, but the first time I remember experiencing the thrill of scientific discovery happened when I was about 6.  As with most...

The Latent Heat of Fusion of Ice by Mo Srivastava

“Allahu Akbar ... “ . The muezzin’s call to the dawn prayer floated on the Harmattan wind. Red dust and a faint whiff of baking bread.I woke and heard the silence; the generator wasn’t running. I cursed the neighbour who’d conned me. A year of living in sub-Saharan Africa, and...

My Moment of Rebellion by Myrna Rootham

I pouted and told Uncle Bill that I would leave the city as soon as I could, for somewhere green. You see my teenaged friends and I had just been punished for spray painting the Welcome to Sudbury sign with Welcome to Mordor. It was a clear description, a simple...