When I was younger, my mother would sporadically pass down some of the wisdom that my grandmother shared with her when she was younger. Things like, “never ask your guests if they want a dink, always offer it” and yadda yadda. …

After the phone call ended, her arm fell limp at her side yet somehow, she still managed to grip her phone. Sara couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Who do you trust, your best friend of 10 years that has never lied to you or your husband that has…

We’ve all heard of great love, but have ya’ll heard of a great friendship? Sometimes I think — actually I know that I’m a bit too fond about my friends. I think that God has blessed me with the greatest group of friends. Anyways here are three things that indicate…

One day, my 8th grade homeroom teacher peered over my exam paper and said aloud, “Your handwriting looks like hundreds of tiny cockroaches.” Cockroaches? The uninvited guests that reddened the faces of hosts at dinner parties? Cockroaches? The insects that bear the same level of unwanted-ness as this obtrusive announcement…

The older you become, the more you learn that you don’t really know much about yourself. You’d think that you’d become more familiar with yourself but the truth is, the mysteries of (insert your name) are further illuminated. I like to think that we are exposed to this reality later…

I’ve come to a realization about the way I think about and interact with other humans. A week ago, I was laying on sofa in my brothers apartment in Calgary. The next morning, I would be on a flight back home to Toronto and I dreaded every hour that drew…

I blame my father for my poor mathematical skills. — Instead of circling English as a first language on the form for my second-grade registration form, my dad circled English as a second language for me, even though my command over my mother tongue was as weak as a pasta stick. To be fair, I loved being an ESL student…

Maybe I was influenced by this belief from a masterclass ad on writing or perhaps I understood what Horace meant when he insisted that a poet should write about what they know in his poem “The Art of Poetry”. What do you know? Well, if you ask me, not much…

Two weeks ago, one of Hilton Als’s texts was a required reading for a course that I am currently taking. This course concentrates on the art of the personal essay and so we’re exposed to a variety of personal essays. …