Aug 22, 2013
Twenty-nine-year-old Christina Arcand stands on the front porch of her Regina home with a welcoming smile on her face. She extends her hand and greets me, welcoming me inside. We walk through a narrow hallway past the living room and into the dining room. It’s there that we sit at a table, surrounded by pictures and notes posted to a bulletin board, and a child’s drawing hanging on the wall…