Hamilton Spectator

Cultural relativism can blind us to warped thinking and behaviour.

(Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, December 24, 2011) KAMPALA, UGANDA — It’s late at night at the Ugandan-Kenyan border and a little Ugandan boy is about to disappear forever. Moses Kaloulou, all of seven years old, is crying hysterically. Not that he knows what’s going to happen, that he’ll likely soon die at the hands, and knife blade, of a witch doctor. All he knows is that it’s late — about midnight now — and very dark, and that some hours ago he was taken by strange men.

Government education is a sham but top students are heroes.

Old age is not for wimps. We approach it, even from a distance, with trepidation. It’s like your second childhood.

Hamilton’s Dr. Jean Chamberlain Froese was invited to speak at a venerable institution.

Technology tempts us, lures us, hooks us. And too often, we’re the poorer for it.

Continents apart, generations and circumstance between them, hands always tell the stories.

As the country’s president seems about to topple, a writer remembers times of living dangerously.

The revolutionary spirit sweeping North Africa isn’t coming to Black Africa — yet.

When you get out in the fresh air of the world, you’re awakened to how Western countries have lost it, this ability to run barefoot in the grass.

I think of what Saint Augustine said: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

We believe in Heaven not through religious instruction but rather because of an instinct that’s hard-wired into us, like a child in the womb who senses some grand world outside his dark closet.

An open letter to Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper about maternal mortality.

In Berlin, both presidents had watershed moments, and both are revered.

OK, so what if Chicken Little was right? Chicken Little is that bird who got hit on the head by a falling acorn and then ran around screaming "The sky is falling!" He got all his forest friends in an alarmist tizzy and, on their way to tell the king, they were summarily fooled and eaten by that Foxy Loxy.