Sean Ryan Schwartz (1993-2021)  In the days since receiving the news last week of the abrupt, cruel death of our friend Sean Schwartz in t...

As the weather evens out from a summer of cruel heat and constant rain, I have taken to sitting at the top of the hill at Riverdale Park wit...

I spent the summer of 1992 in Cambridge, MA, and this album was my soundtrack. It brings everything back—the dreams, the fears, the friendsh...

I have a story I wanted to tell when Carl Nassib came out earlier this summer. I kept it to myself at the time because I was overjoyed abou...

I'm beyond delighted to introduce Vincent Rowe Sowinski, who came into the world at 5:25 PM yesteday, followed by his brother, Logan, at...

  Sangria nights: on this evening in 2015, drinking sangria at Café California and watching the crowds go by on Church Street. My friends Vi...

Fifty-seven years ago tonight, activists Andrew Goodman, Mickey Schwerner, and James Earl Chaney were murdered by the KKK near Philadelphia,...

  I have the oddest feeling that Philippe Mora's Communion (1989) is not a very good film, but I love it anyway, because it makes me no...

From the October 2003 issue of The United Church Observer , a short essay about our legal marriage on June 15th of that year—18 years ago to...

I was thrilled this afternoon when the postman dropped off my copy of the trade paperback of Stephen King's most recent novella collecti...

Im agine the poignancy last night to learn that niece-of-the-heart Kylee, of my Massachussets extened family, is engaged. This morning I am ...

  One of the ugliest, most predictable, most shopworn tropes that gets trotted out when LGBT people stand with the Muslim community during a...

  This is the Afzaal family. They emigrated from Pakistan to Canada in 2007 to start a new life. That new life ended on Sunday, June 6th, 20...

  The brutal legacy of the Indian Residential Schools is Canada's great shame. The recent discovery of the remains of 215 Indigenous chi...

I found a lilac blossom reaching over a fence this afternoon as if it were trying to touch me. I stopped, put it against my face, and breath...