I am thinking about Aylan Kurdi and his life cut short. There is so much there to unpack and to understand. A great distance separates Bodrum Beach in Turkey, where he washed ashore, and my comfortable apartment in Montreal. I am feeling restless and heavy. Hours of absorbing reports, exposés and videos on the Syrian […]Read more "Refugees, Aylan Kurdi and Ivan Karamazov’s challenge to God"