Not only is the gap between men’s and women’s pay in Canada not closing, it’s actually widening. Can you believe there are still some places in North America where women earn much less than men for the same kind of job? Sadly, Toronto is among them.there, in the city that’s on everyone’s “It” list as […]
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No one knows what led Robin Williams to kill himself. It wasn’t just one thing, but likely a fatal stew of lingering alcohol and drug addiction, depression, being middle-aged and male, and the prospect of facing Parkinson’s disease. Rarely mentioned, though, is the open-heart surgery he’d undergone five years ago. But according to the Heart
Eight of us from Toronto were huddled around a fire inside a Lavu, a giant teepee that served as our dinner tent. We were in Arctic Sweden “reindeer trekking” with a group of young Sami men. The Sami are the indigenous people of the very north of Scandinavia. For centuries, they’ve fished and herded reindeer.
Since only 12 per cent of board members in Canada are women and most executives don’t care, it’s time to impose gender quotas. The news that “most Canadian executives don’t care” that only 12 per cent of board members are women is all the more reason to impose gender quotas. Late in December, a KPMG
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A room at the Fogo Island Inn will set you back $875 to $2,475 a night, which might seem like a lot for accommodation in Joe Batt’s Arm, a town on the northeast shore of Newfoundland. If you’re staying there, odds are you’re a high-performance city dweller seeking sea and rocky solitude at the end of
The boards of Toronto’s biggest arts organizations are the last bastions of white maleness. Very soon, Toronto will “tip” from being a city where the vast majority of its citizens are white (in 1957, 93 per cent of us were) to one where visible minorities will make up the new visible majority. But the new
On a hot Sunday morning five summers ago, my wife and I were bicycling through Riverdale on our way to church. Heading west along Simpson Avenue, we saw what looked like half a dozen horses with policemen astride. Odd, I thought. As we pedalled closer, we saw dozens of police officers streaming into the local
Disaster lurks everywhere. Buildings collapse. Helicopters crash. Mines explode. It’s only afterward that we realize the role organizational cultures can play in a disaster. Central to many of these cultures is an inability to admit failure. But if failure is our greatest teacher, why do we exert herculean efforts not to talk about it? The
