Some people wake up to beeping alarm clocks. Or nuzzling cats. I wake up to the smell of urine, when my 30-pound son, Noah, sits on my face.Shelagh made people around her feel not just loved but coveted. That was the golden thread that stitched together the ordinary seams of her life. Photo by Jim Rankin/Toronto StarI bumped into my bully on the street the other day. It's been 30 years since I escaped her torment. But it felt like yesterday. Suddenly, I was back in the grey school yard, feeling just as I did then: stupid, ugly, unwanted.The second tactic is to haul out the musty bag of rape myths, which blame the victim. Most of us were raised on them like Cheerios. We might not believe them consciously, but they trigger us.Her parents no longer see Stella as a dying child. They see her as a child who is navigating death. Catherine Porter visits Stella on, October 19, 2012 just days before the three year old passed away. Photo by Tara Walton/Toronto Star.We go there sometimes to feed the chimpanzees. That's right. Feed them. The zoo officially prohibits this in the same way the government prohibits child labour, which is to say: Bananas and oranges are on sale outside the zoo's mosaic front gates.