Canada’s Half-Assed Approach To Health Care Needs To Change — One of the things I’m most proud of as a Canadian is our medicare system. Free health care for all! Well, not free, it’s taxpayer-funded, and our taxes are high, but still, we can walk into an emergency room anywhere, anytime without the fear of a large bill. We can…

Or A Slap, Or a Stabbin’ While the title of this story is meant to be humorous, the subject matter is not. Physically attacking people for saying, or writing something you don’t like has become something of a dangerous trend. Okay, maybe trend is too strong a word, but it’s…

Or Marley, Whichever — So, another piece of the old youth has left the earth. My teenage years are beginning to look like that pathetic puzzle everyone has in the back of their closet that they never take out because pieces keep disappearing and now it’s only half a picture. This time, the piece…

Baby Girl, Momma’s Gone — Chapter 1: Baby girl, all alone, momma’s gone Chapter 2: Delicate beauty, handsome man, confusion abounds

Strange Memories Of Growing Up Biracial — Some of my earliest and most enduring memories of my father are the fights he’d get into when we’d go shopping. It didn’t happen all the time. It didn’t even happen most of the time. But it happened enough that to this day, I still associate our weekly Saturday shopping…

The School Air Cometh — I woke up this morning bright and early. That’s what happens when you get a good night’s sleep, or in my case, you crash after 3 weeks of insomnia. Anyway, I woke up as the sun had just finished its ascent into the sky. The window was open. The birds…

Another Piece Of My Childhood Gone — I’m a woman “of a certain age.” I got no beef with that. I know I’m 51. I’m well aware that I’m likely close to halfway through my journey on this planet. Well, except for my diabolical plan to live to 136. Why 136? I like even numbers. Oh…

Now, I Just Know Too Much — I just love stories that make you think. And thinking is a tough thing to do when it’s 38 freaking degrees outside. For my American friends, that’s 100.4 F. I’m in Northern Ontario, Canada. Northern. Let me say that again, NORTHERN! I moved up here precisely to escape the heat…

A Response to a Question I Read — I’ve always had a lot to say. As a baby, I spoke early, and often. As a child, I never shut up, not even in my sleep and at 51, I still have a lot to say. It’s a good thing because a writer with nothing to say, well, that’s…