The squatter in my life

Ever since he declared his candidacy to seek the Republican nomination two years ago, Donald Trump has been like an unwelcome, nonpaying guest in my life. Now, since that disbelieving evening back in November, he has become the squatter from hell. He is everywhere. He populates and soils my Facebook and Twitter feed. He’s in…

Oscar and Christie: the reluctant apologists

My missive on the nature and sincerity of apologies ran in the April 14 issue of the Times Colonist   When I was eight, I stuck a burr in Susan Rush’s hair. If you’ve never met a burr, trust me when I say, you don’t want one near your hair. The only escape involves scissors or…