30 Years, A Thousand Chapters, One Love ❤️ October 22, 1996. A cold, snowy day in Toronto. I remember driving myself to my own wedding. No grand venue, no beautiful decorations, no elaborate celebrations. Just a small office unit in Don Mills that doubled as a temple. And a young woman behind the steering wheel, filled with a thousand emotions. I was scared. Nervous. Unsure. Was I doing the right thing? I was about to marry the man I loved, but without my parents, my siblings, or the people...

I have been reading about the alleged sexual assault at Cornell University, and I cannot stop thinking about one part of this story: the people who knew something was happening and did nothing. A former Cornell student alleges that she was drugged and sexually assaulted by multiple men inside a fraternity house. The case and the allegations surrounding what others may have known or witnessed have forced people to ask a disturbing question: How can people know that something terrible may be...

I recently read about a parent losing a child whilst in rehab, and it brought back a question that has haunted me for years: Is rehab the answer? If you are the parent of a child struggling with addiction, chances are you have asked yourself this question too. Do I send them to rehab? Which rehab? Do I force them to go? What if they refuse? Do I keep them home where I can watch them? Do I practice tough love, or do I hold them closer? Do I take away their phone, their car, their money? Do I...