“None of our staff has been beaten, attacked, killed, as far as I know,” she said.
That’s what an Afghan woman who runs a women’s shelter said last week after the Taliban over-ran her town. By any account, women in Afghanistan, already among the most wretched of the earth, are in for an even more dreadful time.
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Oh well. It was a blessed summer, with an added month thrown in when May became as warm and sunny as July. But all that was so last season. Fall has landed, with duvet-nights, sooner-sunsets, anti-vaxxers pricking the body politic, and a sense that September is now the New Year for work and life. So,
Yesterday, I saw an Instagram post with a photo of a Viagra pill. You know that pill, the blue one with the word “Pfizer” in the middle. Above the pill were these words: “You trust us with your penis.” And below: “Trust us with the vaccine.” I mention this not just because Viagra benefits both
Back when I was a drug addict, quality control didn’t exist because the manufacturers and sales force were drug dealers. You could die because what you smoked, snorted up your nose, or injected into your arm was laced with some deadly poison or, if you were lucky, just a lot of talcum powder. Today, it’s
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I say make hay while the sun shines. Not in the same way weekends revved you and saved you in the past. But in a new way. In other words, this weekend, do something you’ve never done before. I’m not talking about climbing Mt. Everest here. Just some way others spend their weekends that you
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Jean and I are newbie road-trippers. Last summer, we strapped our kayaks to the roof of our car and set out to Lake Superior from what was once our cottage on Georgian Bay which the pandemic had transformed into our ‘sanctuary-home’. At least that’s what the real estate people call it. On fabled Highway 17
In 2009, Jean and I went to Afghanistan for two reasons. The first was to see the Kabul Widow’s Feeding Program in action and raise money for it when we returned. It had been set up by Care Canada before the Russians arrived, before the Taliban arrived, before the Americans and the Canadians arrived. Among Afghanistan’s 38
It’s short for “Omnium-Gatherum” which is the long, Latin way to say “Things I fell across on my way to tomorrow.” As always, we start with something newsworthy and end on something musical and hopefully inspirational. This week’s OG comes to you from Spatsizi Wilderness Plateau in northern BC where we’re fly-fishing. This must be
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We’re in them right now, the hottest, most sultry time of the year. Their name comes from the rising of Sirius, the Dog Star, in the sky at this time of year. But the phrase likely entered our brains when Noel Coward wrote the song “Mad Dogs and Englishmen” in 1931. Why mad? Because they
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Paul Goldberger had dinner at our home 10 years ago. Back then Goldberger was the architecture critic for the New Yorker having done the same at the New York Times. Goldberger was speaking the next day at a RamsayTalk and we’d invited a tableful of Toronto architects to hear from the dean of the profession’s
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“Of course we should form a women’s pro soccer league in Canada.” Yes, we should. But not like how we did women’s pro hockey. This time, let’s make it work for the players and for the millions of girls who form pro soccer’s growing fan base. It should also work for Canada, of course, which
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“Of course we should form a women’s pro soccer league in Canada.”
Yes, we should. But not like how we did women’s pro hockey.
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