Le Mot du Jour
J’aime la langue française.

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J’aime la langue française.

Researching family history is seldom dull. Sometimes though a surprise comes out of nowhere. This week it came from a cousin on my father's side that I hadn't talked to in decades. She emailed me a copy of a 1936 SECRET RCMP Report on Revolutionary Organizations
A video blogger named Dan Overes just contacted me with a video visit to the grave site of my father Ralph's first wife, Madge. What I didn't anticipate was the stone above. No mention that Madge had been married, no mention of Ralph, or his last
Living in France for a couple of years you slowly realise that every French politician carries one image in the back of their mind: La guillotine. Knowing that your actions might have a real personal consequence does tend to temper some of the untrammelled pro-Capitalist goals of Western political
Finally, my column for the Globe and Mail, about driving in England, has gone live. Read the entire column here. “Left lane! Barry. LEFT LANE!” shouts my wife Susan for the tenth time in the first half hour I was behind the wheel of our rented Fiat 500, negotiating the