The only difference between these two musical performances, so far as I can tell, is that in only one does anyone burst into flame.Which is good, because I don't, as a rule, keep fire...

The world, sometimes, is an ugly place. A spectacularly ugly place. A place that is made all the uglier for the fact that its ugliness creeps in at the edges, smothering the beauty in...

I've written about abortion and depression and my relationship with my psychiatrist. I've written about perineal tears and my boobs and nursing another woman's child. I've written about pretty much every uncomfortable thing that...

All that worrying about guns, and I somehow forgot that I grew up in Western Canada in the seventies. With parents who collected antique rifles. You know: old guns. Which, apparently, they used as...

So, the other day, when I was worrying about the potentially deleterious effects on my daughter of too much exposure to princess culture? I think that I have bigger issues to worry about:So here's...

This might be the most hopeful Monday that I've had in some weeks - nobody in this house has been hospitalized since Friday, and I am not writing this from a public library terminal...

Emilia is going to be okay. Last week was full of worry - she was so sick, and in pain, and doctors could only guess that it was something either totally mundane or wholly...

And so God continues to call children back to him, and I - who watch helpless as my sister lives this loss, counting down the years, months, weeks, days, minutes until her son's heart...

When a family loses a child, we feel it. Whether or not we knew that family, whether or not we knew that child, we feel it. We feel it because the shockwaves of that...