This post is a week late, but: Pride. Last Sunday, we had a beautiful Pride. Against the forecast, the two umbrellas in my purse became useless artifacts when the sun burst forth and The Forks came alive. Not too hot, not too cool: we had a lovely afternoon with many friends and some fine pina coladas.  It was my tenth anniversary of attending Winnipeg’s main Pride celebration; I haven’t missed a year since the first I went. I also haven’t missed the same debate, every year, in various corners of the Internet: I’m not homophobic but some people were dressed indecently! I am [...click for more...]

Here’s a question, to which I honestly don’t know the answer, and am hoping someone else does: Do judges get any education whatsoever in the psychology of survivors? I ask this because, sadly, the Dewar file appears to be the gift that keeps on giving. When I read that story last night at work, my initial response was along the lines of 1) bang head against desk, and 2) ask the question I just asked above, to nobody in particular. Let’s set aside the particulars of that case, with which I am not familiar enough to comment. And let’s set aside the verdict. Instead, [...click for more...]