Celebrate it! Today, June 21st marks the summer solstice in our northern half of the hemisphere. It’s the longest day and night of light,...

We make them daily—monumental or inconsequential, from the moment we awake. Get up now or five minutes from now? Do I have a quick bowl...

In his ground-breaking post-war poem, “The Waste Land,” T. S. Eliot argues: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead...

Yes, it’s the simple past tense of “lend” but when capitalized, the word, “Lent” denotes a liturgical season—40 days preceding Easter....

As another Black History Month rolls in and rolls on, I’m thinking of the forces that shaped my sense of Black identity, thinking of the...

It’s Day 4 of 2022. How are you doing so far with your goals and resolutions? I’m asking you this not because I’m a goal-setting guru or...

It’s another Covid Christmas with Omicron arriving just in time for the holidays. Oh dear. But despite the sobering reality of a pandemic...

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.