August 7, 2018

I don’t like patriotism. I’ve never really understood how or why someone could be proud of simply having been born on this side of some arbitrary line drawn in the sand; a line that is often the result of a long past bloody conflict. Patriotism is just as silly to me as religion is. It’s a fruitless “value” driven into the hearts and minds of a nation’s young people along with the understanding that to question your love for your… Read more

August 2, 2018

In 1999, in the state of Illinois, death row inmate Anthony Porter won a stay of execution just two days before he was to be put to death. The stay was based on a claim by his defense lawyers that Porter was mentally challenged. In subsequent months, evidence surfaced that was used to prove his innocence, and he was released. A short time later, another man confessed to the crimes for which Porter spent fifteen years on death row, and for which… Read more

August 1, 2018

When you’re eight, you don’t really get it when you’ve been given something that will alter your life forever. You take it for granted. Sometimes you even complain about it. In retrospect, as a busy adult grasping for extra minutes in each day, you look back and think… if only I’d known what I’d been given. When I was eight, I didn’t really get it. I was a little bubble of energy, jumping in pools, and swimming in oceans. My… Read more

July 31, 2018

I get this panicked question from godless parents at least once per week, “I just found out my child is being exposed to religious stories at school. What should I do?” There are many variations. Often it’s an aunt or a grandparent. Sometimes it’s the school, other times it’s the weekly Scouts meeting or their friends, their other parent or camp counsellors. Whatever the specifics are, the panic and fear often come through loud and clear. I get it. I… Read more

July 25, 2018

Today is my forty-first birthday. For nearly 15,000 days, I’ve been white. I’m not particularly proud of it; it’s not really an accomplishment. I’m also not ashamed of it, though there is no lack of folks who share my skin shade I am more than happy to be ashamed of. Being white brings with it exposure to a sort of hatred that others don’t often see. It’s the super, extra-cowardly sort; the kind of hatred only shared with you because… Read more

July 24, 2018

While many of the causes of wrongful convictions are surprising and sometimes even shocking, none are so much so to me as jailhouse snitches. This also happens to be the topic of this part, part six, in my series on wrongful convictions called Reasonable Doubt. You can read other parts here: Part 1: How Skepticism Could Improve The Criminal Justice System Part 2: Why You Should Always Be Skeptical Of Eyewitness Testimony Part 3: Here’s Why You Are Capable Of Confessing To A Crime… Read more

July 18, 2018

Almost daily, I get comments on my Instagram posts or replies to my tweets that I’m doing some sort of disservice to my kids for raising them without religion. Y’all know me, I don’t give two bleeps what anonymous internet users think of me, but I’d like to destroy this sentiment anyway. Let’s be honest, some of the voodoo woo woo horsebuggery that religious moms feed their kids is what is truly detrimental to a growing mind. It ought to be… Read more

July 12, 2018

I don’t mind the igloo jokes, jokes about the cold or how we say aboot. You can make a wisecrack about the ease with which we apologize or our abundance of maple syrup. It really doesn’t bother me when it’s a joke. It comes with the territory when you spend a lot of time online as a Canadian. Hell, I crack the jokes myself. Admittedly, they’re often groan-worthy, but I am not against the joke. When it does bother me,… Read more

July 11, 2018

I don’t recall how old I was when I spent a week in the Okanagan looking for the Ogopogo. Maybe eight or nine. We’d rented a cabin on the lake just outside of Summerland with my aunt and uncle and cousins. It had its own private dock, and there, right on the end of it, sat my cousin and me, day in and day out, totally committed to spotting the Ogopogo. Our conversation, as we dangled our feet in the… Read more

July 10, 2018

I met her in a crappy bar, on a rainy night in my dumpy hometown. Her husband knew my boyfriend from work and all four of us immediately hit it off. She was vulgar, which I consider an admirable trait, and hilarious. She was smart and thoughtful and breathtakingly stunning. When I met her, she was a hundred pounds overweight, which was a lot for her tiny 4 foot 11 frame (this becomes relevant later on). From the introductions, we… Read more

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