Opinion

Just when you thought the political scene was bright, now that the bad man has been banished from the Prime Minister’s Office, and the shiny new man has promised “sunny ways” ahead, reality has set in. The Canadian gaze, ordinarily drawn to its own navel, begins to notice what’s happening to the south of the...

“Because It’s 2015” How many times have you seen or heard those words since Prime Minister Justin Trudeau uttered them earlier this month? It’s now the favoured over-used one-liner of rabid lefties to throw in the face of anyone they believe is behind the times. Trudeau, of course, gave that answer to a reporter who...

Twelve years ago, along with five other 16 year olds, I was granted detention for painting a provocative and non-age-appropriate team name onto the back of a tank top during lunch hour. Not thinking about the slogan with any seriousness or ill intent, we high-fived like rebels on the run and hung the shirts to...

Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Easter, New Year’s, Family Day, Canada Day, summer vacation — I don’t care how you say it, they are all holidays. Why do people get so worked up about it when Christmas is called a holiday? By the English definition of the word, it is a holiday.  Full Definition of HOLIDAY noun...

It is not entirely sarcastic to ask how we're going to defeat an enemy when we can't even decide what to call them.

We live in troubling times. And despite the temptation to see the tragic recent attack upon innocent victims in Paris through an apocalyptic filter, we are not teetering on the edge of global catastrophe. Not yet. We need to keep reminding ourselves of the unassailable reality that attacks like the one witnessed on November 13th...

In the wake of the Paris and Beirut bombings, Canadian social media is starting to polarize. The "Muslims are going to creep in and shove a bat up our nightdress" gang are busy posting bloodcurdling memes garnered from across the internet, while the "Canadian values" crew has hunkered down behind the barricades lobbing "xenophobe" and...

When I was a little girl and would come home with a scraped knee or another bruise, my father would plunk me onto his lap and say, in the most soothing voice he could muster, “don’t sweat the small stuff.” Of course, at five, a bleeding wound wasn’t made better by this tender advice. I...