"I generally write a column every two weeks for the National Post (and the occasional piece for their National Post Platformed series, available only to subscribers), every two weeks for the Epoch Times, and occasionally for other publications.
These are columns and articles dealing with subjects I feel invested in on a deeper level than usual. The common thread, I have come to realize over the years, is any idea that works to erode the health of our common culture, and that breaks down trust in institutions and in our fellow citizens. Whether it is the false assertion that pit bulls get a bad rap and don’t pose an elevated risk of harm to other animals and humans; or the false belief that social transition from one’s biological sex to the other literally transforms a person into that sex; or that an obsessive hatred of Israel has no relationship with antisemitism; or that mothers are more important to a child’s healthy development than fathers: these and other issues rouse my combative spirit, and spark the columns I take most pride in.
I have only written, or co-written, four books, but they are also four different genres:
Unworthy Creature is a memoir of an Indian-Canadian woman whose life has been bound up with the honour/shame culture of her ancestors since the day she was born;
Acknowledgements is a collection of essays, talks I have given and reviews that were never published elsewhere, anchored by my own cultural memoir;
A Three-Day Event is a murder mystery that takes place in a Quebec horse sport complex, the plot and characters based in my many years of managing my daughter’s three-Day Eventing career; and
Unsporting, my most recent, with athletic coach Linda Blade as principal author, is an exposé of the duplicity and misogyny at the heart of the trans activists in sport.
This space is reserved for thoughts, short reviews of books, magazine articles, Netflix or other series recommendations, reflections of life, and other spontaneous musings I’d like to share with any interested visitors to this site, or for a great-grandchild 50 years after I’m gone.