Bethany Lee

The Canadian Institutes of Health Research says that one in five Canadians will experience a form of mental illness at some point.

For a while, we renamed it “The Employed Table,” but the retirees didn’t think that was very funny.

“Don’t tell Dad! Don’t tell Bethany! Stop telling everybody in this world!”

I like the idea of being adopted into another family’s fridge Bill of Rights, of being accepted on this most basic level. It says, “What’s mine is yours” and “I trust you not to judge me.”

We perfect our children’s histories through scrapbooks we can show our friends.

Blankets are shared and campfire conviviality fills the room. Winter campout is on – indoors!

From my position, lying in the back seat of the car, it always seemed to take forever to get to my grandparents’ house just off Victoria Park Avenue in Toronto.…

The shortcuts that really interest me are the informal ones that develop naturally through use over time.

As I walked the pathways that had been inaccessible through the winter months, the sounds and smells greeted me like old friends.

Our annual honouring of people who go above and beyond to make their communities a great place to live and thrive.

Fire in the blood

Fill my hollow bones

Eat, drink and be merry.

Not exactly the make-up type.

Keep singing!

Our annual review of new books by local authors and illustrators By Tracey Fockler With more than two dozen titles by local authors on the bookshelf this holiday season, it’s…

It’s true that winter and I were once friends, a long time ago. But then, somehow, we drifted apart…

For a number of years, I donned my corporate attire, got in my car in the dark, slipped a thermal carafe of coffee into the holder, and headed south to the city for work. I didn’t mind the commute, I told myself. In fact I enjoyed it. It was time to think. Time alone. Time to decompress. Then along came baby.