TBT: One of my all-time favourite interviews, with author Terri McMillan, for The Advocate in 2005. A friend recently asked me if this had ...

  Happy New Year. Be warm and tender in a world that is often cold and jagged. You're always stronger by taking the high road. Make 2022...

I’ve just come in from my evening walk with my twelve-year old Labrador, who loves winter more than any other season.   The snow is everywhe...

There's something about the first snowfall close to Christmas that carries its own magic with it. There's nothing like a snowy night...

 

I've noticed a trend in my social media feed, of people slipping back down into a spiral of sadness and depression because of the turn t...

TBT: Signing some copies of Wild Fell at Chapters, in St. Boniface, Manitoba, December, 2013.  The previous evening, we'd had a launch ...

  I took this picture of my father and my stepmother, Sarah Doughty, in September of 2016, on my last visit with my father in Victoria, B.C....

Without undue judgement, I admit that I'm baffled by folks who walk their dogs while wearing earbuds or headphones. When Beckett and I w...

  TBT: My first national publication was this poem in ' TEEN magazine, in December 1977, when I was fifteen. I'd written it the pr...

I remember so vividly when John Kennedy, Jr.'s George magazine launched in the fall of 1995. There was still a sense of optimism in pol...

Today is World AIDS Day. In the summer of 1992, when I was doing a summer writing workshop in Cambridge, MA, I met John Preston, an acclaime...

  One of the happiest American Thanksgivings I ever spent was in 1981. The exquisite American Church in Paris has an annual Thanksgiving din...

This Transgender Day of Remembrance, I'm struck by two cruel realities—not only that this has been the deadliest year on record for murd...

  Dad and Princey, 1971. I saw a Norwegian Elkhound in the park today, and I was unaccountably moved. They're rare in the city, and Prin...