Author of The Better Mother, Shelter, and The End of East

When the media fog looks eerily familiar

In which I blog hop, hop, hop

Finally, something that makes me feel sorry for Avril

Write what you want and ignore the vampires

Because boys are not men

Let’s talk about race

I’m a mother. No, really.

Me, food and the Downtown Eastside

The children are always collateral damage

I get it, but I can’t bear to watch