Opinion

Here’s the thing, online comments, I think we need some time apart. I want you to know right off the top: It’s not you, it’s me. It was fun in the beginning, remember? We would meet like once a week at a roadside internet bulletin board, have hours of anonymous group text. Sometimes dozens of...

Last month, two Canadian national news outlets came up with entirely different headlines about the same Angus Reid poll: "Trump brand is mud in Canada," said one. "Significant number of Canadians agree with Donald Trump for a border ban on Muslims," said the other. How's that for clarity? The practitioners of the dark art of...

We slipped quietly under the sheets as 2015 receded into memory. For the first time in many years, New Year’s Eve wasn’t spent out on the town amidst the contrived conviviality of revellers. And with the two of us struggling to maintain workaday equilibrium against the onslaught of flu-bugs and General Yuletide Burnout, New Year’s...

When my mother suggested that on our Christmas family vacation the seven of us drive three hours from Phoenix, Arizona to the red rocks of Sedona we all jumped at the opportunity against what should have been better judgment. We figured the excursion was a chance to see something different, something new, it was a...

It’s been a few years since I bid my client and friend, Carmen, adieu for the last time. But as we approach the start of a new year, I find myself thinking a lot about old Carmen and what she was able to teach me.

In 1979, following the communist invasion of South Vietnam, the killing fields of Cambodia, and various regional wars, about two million South Asian refugees were driven out of their homes. Out of desperation and facing almost certain death behind them, many simply floated out to sea in leaky boats in hopes of finding safety somewhere,...

My brother stood positioned on one side of the tree while my mother fiddled anxiously on the other. “Watch her, please,” my dad cautioned them both. Again, louder, “watch her, please, you two.” There was a sense of urgency, a sense of distress in his voice. Those of us who weren’t the designated spotters sat...

As Christmas comes and goes, we will all think about the gifts we received and those we gave. And while most of us celebrate the holidays with loved ones, there are those who are working, often unnoticed. Their work on Christmas Day is a gift to all of us. If you need to buy gas,...