As I watched couples dance the Bachata in the Cambridge Square, I wondered, when have I danced carefree like this last? At a friend’s…

None of us wants to admit that we had imperfect childhoods, unless it’s absolutely undeniable. But the power of looking imperfection in the eye…

I once gave a boy an olive branch with a few olives, not too many that might signify a budding romance, but just enough…

A friend visiting me in Toronto took me to my first-ever Michelin Star restaurant a few years back. The menu here was exquisitely sparse…

I got to be an official aunt for the last time when my ex-husband’s sister and her family visited us in Toronto in 2019….

It was a sunny but cold Sunday in Toronto. As I spotted the perfect bench overlooking the Grenadier Pond at High Park, I quickened…