Allegations of child sexual assault against the late Quebec director failed to spark necessary conversations about pedophilia and acts of public veneration.
Confessing my sins to an anonymous priest at Paris’ Notre Dame Cathedral was a much more public experience than I imagined it would be…
Why Margaret Atwood’s 1972 novel remains an uncannily courageous, weird, and potentially explosive work.
A story is haunting me. In itself, this is not unusual; stories are central, indeed generative, in my life, but the particular story is peculiar. It’s old and I suspect most people know it…
In his essay, “Steps Towards a Small Theory of the Visible,” John Berger writes, “The impulse to paint comes neither…
Two months before Canada was to host the G8 and G20 leaders in Toronto, Conservative senator Nancy Ruth told women’s…
EARLY in 2006 I signed a contract with Knopf Canada to write a biography of Mordecai Richler. The advance was in…
Spend half an hour wandering through the stacks of a decent sized library and you’ll quickly be overwhelmed by the…
The photographs appear periodically on my Facebook wall. Friends and acquaintances post them and reminisce about simpler, and if not better,…
The month I started writing this piece I got into my first bike accident. The only really notable thing about…