I didn’t choose to be Canadian. I was only four years old, clinging to my mother's hand, on July 20, 1951 when she marched me down the...

When I sent my final manuscript to my editor a couple of days ago, I thought 'Well done, Halina, you can relax now. After all, The Golden...

Wow, this is serendipity, I thought. Today, January 30, I just finished the third, and hopefully final, draft of my book and sent it to...