Living

Carly Fennell is among the league’s data scientists doing the unsexy math on injury risk.

In 2020, I moved alone with my son to a neighbourhood where I didn’t know anyone. It was the best and bravest thing I’ve ever done.

Five years after my diagnosis, I am comfortable with the dichotomy of cancer not defining me, but also entirely shaping the direction of my life.

Survivors have always faced sisyphean hurdles to escape abusers. Soaring rents, housing crisis and inflation are making it harder.

In the 15 years I’ve been coming out, rarely have I had to disclose my identity again and again to the same person. That all changed after my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia.