I’ve always believed that love stories should be written about friends. The sweetness of their casual love, the juiciness of their gossip the thrill of sharing a meal. There’s no ceremony, no legal process no champagne when someone enters your life and becomes a lifelong friend. But there is often celebration. And meals. Lots…

Seven years ago, almost to the day, a secretive group of pampered, aristocratic, well-fed elites visited Vancouver. They were there to see if British Columbia had what it takes – unlimited and exorbitant funds, disdain for the poor and a willingness to create a legacy of oppression and injustice – to host the 2010…

It’s funny what stands out when you’re traveling. You plan a great meal and it’s the walk to the restaurant you remember. You see great art but somebody’s poetry muttered on a street corner is what touches your soul. Pleasant and pretty (free coffee and biscotti! Free box lunches and wine on the flight!)…