Author Archives: Sarah Bernt

There’s a real mystique to the Royal Opera House — a gravitas lent by the red velvet cushions, ornately carved balconies, and frescoes. Yet when I found myself there one chilly Thursday night, the grandeur of the theater was sharply … Continue reading →

“Haven’t I driven you before?” I’d just gotten off an eight hour flight and a two hour bus ride, heaved my overstuffed carry-on into the trunk of an Uber, and collapsed into the backseat, bleary eyed and barely sentient. The … Continue reading →

No one ever wants to see that second line appear on their COVID test. I can attest that this is an especially unpleasant experience the day before you’re supposed to get on a transatlantic flight. It’s a situation that has … Continue reading →

On Tuesday and Thursday evenings in the Queen’s University gym, you can find rock climbers hard at work on a two-story climbing wall, rappelling down and then clambering back up to the top again and again with skillful ease. And … Continue reading →