Saying goodbye to my parents never got easier. We always made it into an event – driving into Toronto always meant a scrumptious Korean lunch out, a brief perusal of the fruit stands in Chinatown for any mangos on sale. “You have the granola right?” […]

What surprised me most about the village was how people sat by the streets and watched. It seemed like they had nothing better to do. Men with white singlets, limp cigarettes hanging out the sides of their mouths. Grandmothers with plump babies bobbing up and […]