I remember when I got my first jackknife. The exact date is a little foggy, but I do recall it was also the day I got stitches for the first time. I was out of diapers by then, give or take a few years, which was a suitable milestone...

On Tuesday September 19th at 9:07am, with her family around her praying and comforting her, with our hands on her warm little body and her head resting on Ana’s arm, Ellie’s precious heart stopped beating. Her sister asked to lie beside her. Bella knew, and it was beautiful to...

I had just turned sixteen the first time I walked into the Regina Athletic Club. In retrospect, “walked in” doesn’t paint a truthful picture. It was more like a terrified slink than an actual walk. This was a gym for real men, big men with barn-door shoulders, Herculean backs,...