Guilty Memories from an Anglo Montreal Childhood
Like many English speakers growing up in Quebec, I saw myself as a victim. But within our own enclaves, we often acted like bigots
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I Was Friends with a Serial Killer
Think you can spot a homicidal maniac? Think again
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On Going to Art School in My Sixties
Why I gave up writing to become an artist
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Brothers in Arms
The First World War drove my Jamaican grandfather into a life of national service that would forever change my family’s country
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Our Year on Protection
Starting anew on a remote island in British Columbia
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Near Death on Ellesmere Island
Confronting polar bears and walruses in Canada’s far north
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Fighting Symmetry
How I rescued my son from obsessive compulsive disorder
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Still Life
Our son was born with dark, wet hair and a button nose. His eyes were closed, but the death certificate later said they were brown
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Sweeping It under the Carpet
The worst part about owning a dog may also be the best
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