Ashur’s Roses

Ashur bought the biggest bouquet in the flower shop. Long-stem red roses, white carnations – it was spectacular. “That’s the one,” he said to me. “That’s the one I want to buy.” A few minutes earlier, as I waited for Ashur to arrive I’d also bought a bouquet, a more diminutive spray of Gerber Daisies. … Continue reading Ashur’s Roses

Let’s not let fear have the last word

Don’t be afraid. We hear it from a father, releasing a child to her first solo bike ride, as he lifts his hands from the fender. Don’t be afraid, a mother soothes as a child protests against the dark at bedtime. Don’t be afraid, says the roller coaster operator as he snaps the steel harness … Continue reading Let’s not let fear have the last word

Amanda Todd has a lesson for us but it’s not online

It’s all too little too late for Amanda Todd. Where, I am wondering, were the 700,000 people who now express online ‘like’ for the teenager when she needed them most?  What use to her, really, are the 100 Facebook memorial pages set up in her memory? Across the country people are staging makeshift memorials for … Continue reading Amanda Todd has a lesson for us but it’s not online