When I started telling people about my engagement to Derek, all that joy felt out of place. The start of 2026 was a precarious time. It seemed as if every month, Meghan and I were editing a news story on a country Trump had threatened or invaded. Several international friends made plans to travel to…
In June I sat in the lobby of a mental health centre. What if I don’t have OCD? I wondered. I tried to push the thought away. Two years prior, a counsellor at my university suggested I see a psychiatrist to be diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Now that my name was at the top…
. . . Livea three-dimensioned life;stay away from screens.Stay away from anythingthat obscures the place it is in.– “How to Be a Poet,” Wendell Berry I woke early, and in the blue dawn my mind began to trace the contours of this editorial – my take as an educator, parent and interdisciplinary artist on the…
A couple of months ago, I was in Whitby, Ontario, making my way on hands and knees through my parents’ crawlspace. “It’s not that bad,” my Mom called after me as I batted at cobwebs. I was looking for a wooden chest stashed somewhere behind my cello and under a pile of shoeboxes. My parents…
If I’m honest, I’d rather look away from Synod this year. But I haven’t always felt that way. In years past, I’ve been a keen watcher of the Christian Reformed Church (CRC)’s annual denominational meetings that are usually held at Calvin University in Grand Rapids, Michigan. There’s one evening of Synod watching that I remember…
For the past 18 months, I’ve been plugging away at a “writing project” with my mom, recording her memories about every photo in her 25 albums. These conversations are then transcribed – raw material for a family history. It’s a monumental undertaking. Here’s a short list of the stumbling blocks. Mom’s impaired hearing and poor…
Last night’s good intentions are laid out on my floor. My running leggings. Merino wool pullover. A decent pair of socks. It’s 5:33 am, my alarm has gone off, and I’m counting raindrops. Maybe this is a sleep-in morning. I roll over and promise that I’ll find time to run later. When I do wake…
One of the most discouraging phenomena of the past ten years has been watching evangelical Christians continue to support Donald Trump despite an ever-intensifying stream of immoral behaviour they wouldn’t have tolerated from any other candidate. By now it seems there may be no limit to how far this will go. Trump’s myriad moral shortcomings…
Recently, I wandered into the Vancouver Art Gallery to see the work of Tamio Wakayama, a Japanese-Canadian photojournalist. He was born in 1941 in New Westminster, B.C., and died in 2018 in Vancouver. Shortly after his birth, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and Wakayama’s family was forcibly moved into an internment camp. According to the…
Every month, I pay $3.99 to “the cloud.” Crazy right? A cloud? Sounds like it should be free. A couple of times a year, I get so annoyed about this Apple cash grab that I try to detangle my digital life from it. I hit “cancel subscription.” An ominous red cloud symbol with a warning…
Since Blessed are the Undone came out, I’ve been invited to talk about faith deconstruction in classrooms, board rooms and churches – and once, maybe fittingly, in a working art studio, where every surface had a layer of colourful grit. At the All Canada Summit in Kitchener, Ontario, on November 7, I wore a T-shirt…
Dear reader, we’ve come to a leap-of-faith moment in this publication’s life. You’ve trusted Angela to curate redemptive news for you for the past 16 years, and many of you have trusted an editor or two before her. Now, as she steps down at the end of 2025, we’re asking you to trust us too…
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