On 2020, the God of Christmas, and paying attention

2021-01-10T08:45:36-05:00December 19th, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |18 Comments

It’s been a year of sadness. Not to bum you out. I’m just saying. And a year of vulnerability. Vulnerable. This was the man outside my house. His name is Victor. He’d walked across the city for some hours, pushing a cart of bottles collected along the way for money.