Karen Green

Nearly every group of people has a word that means outsider. Some of these words are used to offend, some merely to differentiate. If someone spits at your feet when they say it, you know the intention. It is a more difficult distinction to make when the words are said politely.

I was one of the only Jews in our small, conservative town, until two hundred members of the exiled cult, Lev Tahor, arrived.

Flash nonfiction piece about a comforting, safe activity during the pandemic where we can concentrate on the stories of other people's lives, at least for a short time.

Poem featured in As You Were: Military Experience and the Arts

There was no war
in your stories about the war
There were buddies
and nights spent drinking
Hawaiian girlfriends
furlough
but no war

Flash fiction piece in literary journal

Often seen as purely the drab, barely beating heart of suburban shopping malls, food courts have come a long way in Toronto, offering value, choice and even ambience to their patrons. Toronto’s reputation as a food and culture city is starting to seep into its food courts. The 10 spots here are a mix of new and chic or classic and traditional, making them the perfect place for a traveller on a budget to grab a bite to eat while still getting a sense of the city’s vibe.

Jane Austen’s precocious protagonist Emma Woodhouse is back and reminds us that Austen lovers can enjoy hours of film and television inspired by their favourite author. Take a look at just a few.

If you heard that Kate McKinnon was playing a liberal lesbian working for conservative political commentator Bill O’Reilly, we wouldn’t fault you for thinking the comedian was developing a character for Saturday Night Live.

Movie Entertainment magazine, August, 2020

Poem published in online covid-19 literary project.

It might have taken 40 years, but we can now book a return trip to the Overlook Hotel and the horrors that wait there with Doctor Sleep, the highly anticipated followup to The Shining.
Movie Entertainment magazine, June 2020

Poem in Literary Magazine

If you care about the chapters of history we hide in the dark, share this story.

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The road is rutted. The gravel, loose. Our tires pitch over fragments of rock sharp enough to puncture, and long-dead tree branches, bleached deeply by time and the elements. I think of bones crunching under our wheels, and then turn to something else, for fear that I will succumb to the motion sickness I have been pushing down along this wild and winding path.

When it emerges, it looks like a Hollywood set.

I have somehow made my family believe that every time they do something at home, they aren’t helping out — they’re helping me. And that's got to stop.

There’s no getting around it—December is a busy month for families, regardless of how old your children are or what holiday you celebrate. There’s a lot to cram into a short amount of time as well as the added pressure of ensuring that time is at least somewhat enjoyable.
And for families like mine, which celebrate both Hanukkah and Christmas, this December is going to be a doozy.

There are ways to help care for a loved one--and their primary caregivers--even if separated by distance.