WE’RE NOT DONE.

We’re officially entering that deeply confusing time of year where Toronto is still sweating through a heat wave, but someone has already pulled out an Aritzia wool coat and Starbucks is serving pumpkin spice. This week, I’m questioning why everyone is sprinting into fall, mourning the finance bro …

It’s September 1st, which means fall is officially allowed to begin but first, we need to discuss what the hell is happening in the desert. This week, I’m trying to understand Burning Man: the dust, the six-hour lineups, the assless chaps, the barter economy, Bethenny Frankel arriving like it’s a B…

This week on Found in the Wild, I’m officially reaching my suburban breaking point. After a week and a half of country-house living, I’m dealing with overly friendly neighbours, singing AirTags, fake outdoor plants, electric scooters and the realization that Burlington may simply not be for me. Plu…

Found in Wild is back in Burlington playing suburban house manager, battling garden hoses, questionable TikTok trends, career-crisis LinkedIn posts, and the increasingly aggressive realities of being 35. This week, we’re talking about those unhinged “you’re not stuck because you’re untalented” ads …