February 24 is a bitter anniversary in my calendar. On February 24, 1943 my mother - then a teenager with dreams of a life as a...

I didn’t choose to be Canadian. I was only four years old, clinging to my mother's hand, on July 20, 1951 when she marched me down the...

When I sent my final manuscript to my editor a couple of days ago, I thought 'Well done, Halina, you can relax now. After all, The Golden...