Readings

He laid out every root cause and exposed every broke-ass dream that might spirit us away. There was no continuum, no sliding scale of happiness, just confusions that needed untangling.

The General and author on living with PTSD, normalizing mental illness and the Don Quixote bent to his life. 

Friends I trust, who have their lives more figured out than I do, swear by camping. It nagged at me like all unattempted things in adult life: can I actually do this?

The author of The Candidate on pissing off the CBC, the future of the NDP and whether he'd run for election again. 

It is an intimate coupling of female narrative in imperfect lines, a female mastery of storytelling through textile.

 Is eight years old too young to feel and express open anger and scorn, even toward a person like Donald Trump?

I grew to love candies whose tactile experience was on par with their sweetness—in texture, but especially in residual effect: the burn of Fireballs, the pucker of Warheads, the numb of licorice.

My thirty-five-year love-hate-love relationship with Phil Collins.

The actress and filmmaker behind Waitress, who was murdered ten years ago, created as though she was on borrowed time and left a legacy that outlived her.