Confessions of a Progressively Irrelevant Teacher

Lately I've been looking at old photos. I stare into the faces of my grandmothers, my mom and my mother-in-law and think about motherhoo...

Just before we moved I started restoring an old platform rocker. You might have read about it. If not, here's the link . I did not compl...

 K, I don't know who needs to hear this, but International Women's' Day is a SOCIALIST day. It's not a feel-good celebration...

At the time of confederation, just 19% of Canadians lived in "urban" areas. The rest lived on the land or in small towns.  By the ...

How do we measure our lives? Lives, measured in numbers. Your bank balance Your height and weight The price at the pump Your phone number Th...

Imagine a young Metis girl with a wiry build. A girl who was shy but also active and alert. She had black eyes and dark hair and glowing, al...

Freedom is much in the news these days. It is chanted on the streets. It is printed on trucks and banners and flags.  It is used as an excus...

The big coffee perk is still on the counter. The Christmas cookie plate covered in crumbs. The Christmas dishes in the dishwasher. Recycling...

I don’t remember learning to play Canasta, although I am pretty sure I wasn’t born knowing. It is kind of a constant in our family and I do...