May 26, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. A few weeks ago, I visited for the first time a local community living humbly on the opposite side of the city. Their homes were hand-made from brick and corrugated metal, heaped three or four storeys high between narrow concrete pathways all up a steep incline. They bore splashes of brightly coloured paint and street art, phrases like “FELIZ NAVIDAD” and “TE AMO” leaping from the sides of certain buildings. Though they sat near a… Read more

May 19, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. As a child, the moment I realized my father and I had different political views, my views on education changed, too. To be clear, my father first inspired a great deal of enthusiasm for politics in me. I was raised to believe strongly in one’s responsibility to be politically engaged. Since he also aggressively advanced my scientific and literary education from very early on, I also owe to him my love of learning and voracious… Read more

May 12, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. It’s midweek, and I’m pressed against the window of my bus–nauseated in the heat, caught in the high-pollution throes of midday Medellín. I’m on my way to teach my second class of the day, after an interim in which I struggled to keep from crying while I waited on breakfast to cook. You’re just tired, M. I told myself. You’re just hungry, too. The body needs so much maintenance even on good days… and my last few… Read more

May 9, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. This one involves Sir Isaac Newton, that rather solitary figure who worked for his keep when he first entered Cambridge, but eventually secured for himself a 31-year career as Master of the Royal Mint, wherein he brought down the King of Counterfeiters, William Chaloner. Oh, right, and… he did something else. Something about… mathematics? Physics? Optics? Dagnabbit, it’ll come to me. I’m being glib, of course, about Newton’s Philosophiae naturalis principia mathematica (1687) and Opticks (1704), among… Read more

May 5, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. It’s funny, but I think this line is one that Rachel Held Evans, progressive Christian author, would have liked. She died yesterday after a fluke intersection of UTI, influenza, and allergic reaction to attendant antibiotics. She was 37 and leaves behind two very young children, along with a grieving husband and immense community that found in her challenges to evangelical conservatism a voice of strength and change. In one of her books, Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking… Read more

April 28, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. Some two years after walking into the Quebec Islamic Cultural Centre in Quebec City, the man who on January 29, 2017 murdered six human beings, paralysed another, and injured eighteen more was sentenced to life in prison, with no possibility of parole for 40 years. The prosecution wanted 150 years behind bars, which would have been a Canadian record, but Justice Francois Huot noted that “punishment should not be vengeance”. At 29 years old, the… Read more

April 25, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. When I was around 10 or 11 I had a strict 9:30pm weekend bedtime, in a household that watched The X-Files from 9 to 10. As you can imagine, this meant I had my fair share of nightmares, because I’d watch the set-up for the weekly horror concept, but never stick around for the resolution. Now, I suspect my parents were of the opinion that I’d eventually learn my lesson and just… not watch the… Read more

April 21, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. It’s Resurrection Sunday in Medellín, and for the last week I’ve experienced the profound difference of living in a culture with no separation of church and state. On Palm Sunday, processions marking Christ on the Road to Calvary blocked Metro bus lines in my neighbourhood. On Maundy Thursday, the evening air was filled by church processions blasting solemn orchestral music interspersed with sermons–an event, I’m told, that fills the air all the city over. I… Read more

April 18, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. I have a temper, which disappoints me from time to time. It disappointed me twice this week, when I sat in an internet café prepping class materials and accidentally overhearing a Southern Baptist missionary Skyping with his mother. The first time, he was discussing the case of a missionary who got sent home, for reasons that weren’t entirely clear but seemed to have to do with “insufficient training” and an encounter with a local. That… Read more

April 12, 2019

Let’s begin with a story. I think about this one often. On March 11, 2017, a landslide in the only trash dump for Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, swept dark earth and detritus over 115 human beings, smothering them to death. Most were women and children. Most made their livings picking through the trash that they lived in–and through that labour, many had painstakingly upgraded from fragile shacks to sturdier homes, brick by brick. One of the dead was a sixteen-year-old boy… Read more

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