memoir

Resale sites are flush with vintage dinner sets right now—and I can’t stop buying them.

My mom didn’t prioritize friendships while I was growing up. I’m determined to do things differently.

When I was under the influence, everything was easier. But then a diagnosis made me question my relationship to alcohol.

No interaction I’d had in such an environment embarrassed me as much as this one. Perhaps in part because of how I participated in it, too.

Growing up in the Chinese restaurant my parents ran in Kingsville, Ont., I learned that love is expressed in many ways—even if it’s just a bowl of peeled grapes.