I dreamed about my mother last night. She was standing in an elegant room, surrounded by people admiring her beauty. I stood apart, so...

February 24 is a bitter anniversary in my calendar. On February 24, 1943 my mother - then a teenager with dreams of a life as a...

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...