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


It seems like once upon a time in a land far far away now, but just over four years ago, I was about to graduate from High School. I sang in the school choir in the last three years of high school, having been far too chicken to try out in grade nine. The director … Continue reading