I recently revisited an article I wrote a few years ago for Converge Magazine called “I’m white, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m white,” exploring white guilt.
Word on the street is that my city of Vancouver has a loneliness problem. Well, not actually the…
I’m going through security at the Lihue airport, about to head back to Vancouver from my family vacation to Kauai. It’s a small airport, charming and tropical, lacking in the dreary gruffness of my usual transit hubs.