I have an accent. Scratch that—I have accents, one in every language I speak.
On a quiet Sunday last fall, my in-laws decided that Feng and I had failed at parenting again. The situation was serious—at the ripe old age of 5, Mark couldn’t swim.
I’m not selfish, uncharitable or useless. Also, if you call me names, you’re an ass and if you make it to Canada, I hope the hockey team you may end up supporting loses for five seasons in a...
Last weekend’s ice storm was no joke. It scared me. Freezing rain creates an amazing scenery. Freezing rain causes accidents and damages. Lovely, but deadly.
I had sent a query to this publisher last October. I knew the email wasn’t going to bring me joy but closure.
Every day, I receive two of three emails or comments from strangers asking me to map out their destiny.
If you don’t want to waste time in front of Judge Judy, here are a few programs worth watching to better understand Canada.
Feng and I froze. I looked over my shoulder. Mark was standing outside, by the door, his hand…. Oh, fuck.