To make rice in a pot, as opposed to the trustworthy rice cooker, is difficult; but not impossible. As my father once taught me: stick a finger down to the bottom of the pot, and, ensuring that the rice is … more »
“The future will be fine,” my next-door neighbour said through her mask as we ended our brief conversation at two-arms-length distance on a garbage collection day in April.
Back in the house I resumed indulging in … more »
When I was young and living above the Panama Cafe, I yearned to go to the Canadian National Exhibition on Labour Day weekend. The CNE was a fabled place of fun, like midway rides, of food, like candy floss, and … more »
When I turned nineteen, I booked a one-way ticket back home to Hong Kong with the hopes of becoming an English teacher. As an immigrant myself who once struggled with the language, I believed others could benefit from my knowledge … more »
She waited quietly by the bus stop, barely awake, her mind numb and her muscles aching from the chills
of dawn. She yearned for a better life, to start a family with her husband, to live the ‘Canadian Dream’,
but … more »