We Make Room When We Want To

I often forget that I’m an immigrant. I have two flag pillows on my couch—one Canadian, one British—but when I sing the national anthem, it’s “Oh, Canada” not “God Save the Queen.” When asked, I say that I am Canadian. This is home. We moved to Canada on New Year’s Eve 1981, right in the middle of […]

We Were the Minority Straight Couple in our Supper Club

My grandma attended the same church for over 40 years. She was faithful and dedicated, volunteering, contributing, and always ready to listen. I don’t know how many pastors she saw through the years, but I do know she liked some better than others. Though she never unpacked sermons the way I like to, a comment […]