Essays

The ancients mourned in ways we simply cannot imagine. Their dead passed out of life leaving little to nothing behind. […]

Of all the people I might have predicted would go out in a murder-suicide, my husband’s grandparents who were a

Niagara Falls is still a perfect place to commune with nature. Yes, it’s kitschy. Yes, everything smells wet. Yes, it’s

I got married when I was young and stupid, and ended up divorced. Tale as old as time. Before that,

It’s not easy to talk about. It might seem ghoulish or macabre. It might even make you feel like you’re

It’s 2003 and there’s a baby in the NICU, the neonatal intensive care unit, at Children’s Hospital in Vancouver. He

Juan Carlos was always sick, but we didn’t know what that meant. He had a special breathing treatment machine in

When my grandmother died, she loved three things: scotch, soap operas, and gambling. It’s hard to write a eulogy for

There are two kinds of black lipsticks in the world. There’s the kind you buy because it’s Halloween and you’re