Home is where the heart is broken

Here’s a question I’ve been pondering for the last six months: what is it about a house that gets so deeply into one’s soul? Is it the physical structure, the walls and doors, nooks and crannies, front steps and back porches?  Or is it something far less tangible but every bit as real – the … Continue reading Home is where the heart is broken

Grieving for a lost life, hoping for redemption

My heart breaks for Christopher Husbands.  I mourn, too, for Ahmed Hassan. I find myself thinking more about these two strangers than the hundreds of other people caught in the crossfire at Toronto’s Eaton Centre on Saturday. Ahmed Hassan died in a brazen suppertime shooting at the mall’s busy food court, allegedly by gunshot fired … Continue reading Grieving for a lost life, hoping for redemption