On Sunday, my husband sat next to me in church as our pastor gave a sermon on Luke 5:17-26, the story of the paralytic man being lowered through the roof to see Jesus. He leaned over and whispered, “I wonder if there were some other group of friends in the next town...

This year, I had the joy of spending the holidays at home with my twin 3 year olds, and the funny thing about 3 year olds is that their sense of time is a bit…wobbly. Tomorrow, and next month, and never are all kind of the same. Yesterday and last year blur together....

In 2003, two boys emerged from the woods into the general store of a small town called Vernon, in British Columbia. The boys, both teenagers, and one severely emaciated, claimed to have been raised in the wilderness (“the bush”) outside the town, with no access to...