Today, the last day of September, the sunflowers bend their heavy heads, still pointed sunward. Today, the first National Truth and...

So, it’s Canada Day, and I don’t know what to say. What to say in the wake of the 215 remains found in unmarked graves at Kamloops Indian...

Yes, it happened again—another birthday, last week in fact. But I must say, after 60 plus years, I’m getting used to birthdays. And I’m...

This week we held our breath for the George Floyd murder verdict. Seems like we've been holding breath for years, for many reasons:...

Last Wednesday, I looked out across the backyard, past the wet fence, seeing only the milky morning sky and thinking: Another sunless day...

Gethsemane Virtual Tour For Tired Pandemic Travelers This is the place, Gethsemane, an olive garden grove, much like your apple orchards...

It was 25 years ago that Jean Augustine, the first Black female MP, stood up in Parliament and introduced a milestone motion: Declare...

School will be a strange new world this September with Covid-19 still in the air.

With the heat wave and patios opening, you’d think we are ready to wave goodbye to the pandemic and the anti-racist revolution.

I want to sing for him, sing something his mother may have sung before she found him missing, sing to him as he lies cold.

Finding the right words for the uncomfortable conversations on race.