There are few things I find myself unable to write about, at least immediately after they occur. For troubling events I often find myself...

There are moments in time so unique and unforgettable that you know they have found a special spot in your memory. You know you will tuck th...

The latest brouhaha (brewhaha?) swirling around a once-Canadian (and now foreign owned) coffee company and the oilsands is making headlines ...

5:50 am I am huddled deep inside my sleeping bag. My throat feels raw, likely from the cold night air combined with the forest fire smoke th...

1:30 am It is quiet now, almost everyone settled into their sleeping bags. I can hear voices here and there, scattered and indistinguishable...

12:30 am Just as they do every year when the sky turns dark the people from the Centre of Hope held a candle light vigil to remember the pat...

11:00 pm We are already in our sleeping bags (with the IJB in her box). It's cold already - and the mosquitoes are out, buzzing around o...