So I quit drinking.

  One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my mother and my father standing at our kitchen sink in Winnipeg surrounded by the last empty bottles, big smiles on their faces as my mother poured each one out. The…

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The Difference of Belonging

Our youngest daughter, Maggie, is about to turn two years old. We celebrated on the weekend with a grilled cheese party (what is the point of serving food at a party the guest of honour doesn’t like? so grilled cheese…

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