Disagreeing With Dad; Or, Why I Should Know Better Than To Read Margaret Wente On A Full Stomach

One day this past fall, I picked up The Globe and Mail. This was probably a mistake, all things considered, but I do try to keep myself somewhat well-informed. Apparently I was in a mood already, because that’s usually the only thing that will possess me to read a Margaret Wente column. Yep, Margaret Wente. … Continue reading

Starting the Adventure

“Happy New Year!” from what was supposed to be my last full day of living on this continent for quite some time. For today, I was expecting panicked shopping, panicked packing, and, well, panicked panic (of the “holy guacamole, I’m leaving the country tomorrow!” variety). On the plus side, I’m a whole lot less panic-stricken … Continue reading