On this day in 1946, beautician and entrepreneur Viola Desmond was arrested for refusing to leave the whites-only section of the Roseland ...

In advance of Remembrance Day, which is Thursday, today is Indigenous Veterans Day. Naturally, on social media, the question "Why do we...

"One evening when he’d been living with us for six weeks or so, we went to the hill brow above the park. It was a perfect late-summer p...

In the spirit of November's cold, I recently took a deep dive back into Jonathan Aycliffe's 1996 novel, The Lost . I read it when it...

  A sweet memory floated up this morning. Valentine was my first dog as an adult, and the first dog with which the Hero MD™ and I made a pac...

Just in from a long walk with Beckett through the boneyard and back. Since he's been a bit under the weather this past week, we took it ...

I   saw you standing just inside the wrought-iron fence around the graveyard at the corner of Winchester and Sumach this evening when I was ...

I n 1842, St. Paul's Cathedral in Liège commissioned a marble statue of Satan, the Fallen Angel, as part of a religious installation, fr...

"Autumn Sunrise" by John Ryan.  This past Sunday, the Hero MD and I took a drive west through the countryside outside of Toronto f...

  Author Melvin Dixon by Robert Giard, 1988, gelatin silver print, 14 by 12 2/3 inches; at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Art. Today is the 29t...

I walked home from dinner at Bar Verde with my friend Andy last night. The night was a pleasant temperature, but with a chilly undertaste of...

  Some thoughts on giving thanks as Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close: there is a wonderful humility that accompanies the joy of accepti...

 

  I promised to tackle some further thoughts about Midnight Mass as soon as I settled down, following the end of the last episode of Saturd...

  I was beyond flattered last fall when director Mike Flanagan, a longtime friend of Wild Fell , reached out to invite the novel to make a “...