These two pictures were taken exactly a year apart. On March 1st 2018, I woke up engulfed in agony and terror and dread. On March 1 2019, I woke up overwhelmed by joy, my hair still damp from last night’s swim in the ocean. The contrast of these two days…

Leaving the house is for suckers. I would almost always prefer to hunker down in my messy railroad apartment that has more cats than it does doors. …

You might not know this, but there are Twitter accounts for many of the major Sesame Street Muppets. If you want to, you can follow Big Bird, Oscar the Grouch, Grover (always my favourite), Bert, and Ernie. But you can’t follow Mr. Snuffleupagus. His account is set up as private…

The NFL does not have a domestic violence problem. That is to say, there is no evidence that the NFL has much of a problem with domestic violence. If you spend some time looking at USA Today’s NFL player arrest database, you’ll see that a lot of instances of the…

These are some of the women that did raise me. — When you are a feminist, people ask you when you became a feminist. I have never had a good answer to this. I probably should have made one up by now but I have so far been without the initiative and imagination to do so. Usually I tilt my head…

Kentville, Nova Scotia. Sept 11, 2001 — For twenty minutes we’d been battling a busy signal. My roommate and I were desperately trying to get through to the Red Cross, dialling and re-dialing the 800 number we’d heard on the radio, right after hearing that thousands of stranded passengers were being billeted in Nova Scotia. “We have…