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

Take freedom from prisoners, but give them dignity

I’ve been to prison a couple of times in my life; once in Canada, once in the United States. Both times, I walked in – and out – according to my own volition. I was free to enter, and free to leave. But I still felt the barb of the coiled wire fence. Each time … Continue reading Take freedom from prisoners, but give them dignity

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