Whereas all agree that a rose is a flower, it is not as clear what to call a tomato.
This time of year, it is frankly discomfiting to be a Jew, possibly a Muslim, indubitably an atheist. One puts aside personal traditions and cultural baggage and makes way for the big white-bearded guy with a sack of toys.
New York is no stranger to protests and demonstrations, but the Klinghoffer Affair last month was a rarity.
I first became aware of a penchant for political verbal diarrhea back in 1993. CBC journalist, Hana Gartner, was interviewing then Prime Minister Jean Chrétien.
One Friday evening in October, the week before Halloween, I was helping my daughter pack for her return to California. It was the usual mother-daughter argument over who’s in control and who’s right.