Returning from exile is a fine thing, but no one talks about how exhausting it is.
Salmon were once a hundred times more populous on Canada’s Western coast.
There was something in the vet’s bedside manner that evoked in me a longing for the doctor I longed for.
Thanks to legalisation, the price of illegally-grown marijuana has tumbled, and my friends had lost their incomes.
There is still diversity in the folly on display on Facebook, even among ‘friends’ who aren’t overtly racist, crude or stupid.
Exaggerated obligingness is one aspect of life here.
That is what these forest fires felt like.
You don’t choose them, but you rarely want to change them.
To the uninitiated, a 10-year-old’s birthday party might seem like a tame way to spend the day. Ha!
In countries like Slovakia, we are in danger of ignoring real progress because we are enraged by the flaws that remain, and altering our standards as time goes by.
I’m not sure if there is a typical Canadian way to get married.
The heart wants what it wants, but is oblivious to the pain that comes with getting it.
It turns out that drama and struggle are not essential to the good life.
The world has never been this safe, and may never be again.
In Slovakia, I was seen as a dewy-eyed liberal. Back home, I am a stick-in-the-mud conservative without even a tattoo to mark him as chill.
The arrow of history points towards greater respect for other life.
If experience is the mother of wisdom, why aren’t second and third marriages more successful?
As a trivial world turns, we lose what cannot be replaced.
Monday’s attack in Toronto was not, as many feared, related to religious or political terrorism.
If you eat animal flesh, you should not be squeamish about slaughtering your dinner.