
by Peter Dubé
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…
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…
On a cool night in May 2015, our fifteen-year-old son, Finn, went missing for three hours. For most parents of…
for George Elliott Clarke I don’t like to be thought of as a “black writer,” largely because I refuse to…
A talk given on the occasion of the unveiling of a plaque by the Writers’ Chapel Trust at St. James…
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