Love Local. Hate Local.
My wife wanted me to buy specialty food. Beef Chuck at the butcher. Mexican oregano and tortillas. I…
No French wine
It was my mother-in-law’s birthday. We went shopping for food at No-Frills. Meandering in the aisles, we picked…
Deadly dental
I’m afraid it was his teeth that killed him. My father never believed he could afford his dental…
It’s happening to us
Everybody knows Caledonia Bakery. It’s a local cafe where people stop in for a tosta mista and a galao.…
Elegant Eglinton
Eglinton West is the Broadway of Toronto. Not that it has massive marquees or neon nights. I mean it’s literally, broad.…
I, dad
Whether I liked it or not, I was replacing my dad—taking on his projects, walking in his footsteps,…
Densification nation
Each morning, I climb into a taxi and join the torrent of traffic surging through Quito Sur. Traffic…
Body snatchers
After watching my father lie motionless for two weeks in the ICU, tubes pressed against his lips and…
I rode the LRT
I had butterflies in my stomach as I neared the LRT station and took the elevator down to the…
Your money or your dad
It was my 6-year-old who played a message on my phone last Saturday morning that said my father…