Dog day blues
We were a new stepfamily, and only the puppy was missing. With Elsa, we lobbed a grenade into the mix
by Lily Dunn
Memoir
Two lives drift apart and come together in a love story told one brush stroke at a time
Directed by Ian Bruce
The psychic who healed me
It was just like her – my bold, dead mother – to show up in my life again. Or was grief playing tricks on me?
by Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein
My husband, the gun nut
Three years into a blissful relationship, my partner picked up a hobby that sent me spiralling
by Lindsey Harrington
A ghost in limbo
Two decades of anorexia obscured who I was beneath my sickness. Then a stranger saw me
by Miranda Gold
Money
When an investment tanked and buried us in debt, we had to face the truth of how we’d gotten there
by Carol Berkower
A detour home, through Portuguese
Losing my mother tongue was painful and humiliating. Could learning a new language help me heal?
by Frances Nguyen
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
Scarred
The highway I’d helped build stretched before me. For the first time, I saw clearly what we had done
by JShawn Guess
Sweetness and light
After years of subsisting on protein bars and iceberg lettuce, berry-picking brought me home to my body
by Jamie Cattanach
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
Born of memory and mystery – the otherworldly works of a self-taught, unhoused artist
Directed by Tal Amiran
Lab at the edge of the world
When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
How I became a psychoanalyst by losing my keys
What are we really doing when we sit in a room with our patients and exchange some words?
by Jordan Osserman
Through Zuri’s eyes
She was a young gorilla, sitting alone in the Calgary Zoo. Once our eyes locked, I was in for a life-long connection
by Keriann McGoogan
Fieldnotes from my father’s funeral
I’d reported on earthquakes, murders and suicide attacks. I was still unprepared to watch my dad die
by Salman Masood