memoir

This recipe is a nostalgic-but-novel homage to my childhood McDonald’s treats, and to memories of watching my mom’s nimble fingers as they deftly stuffed dumplings at the kitchen table.

My marriage had ended, and I wanted to trace what had happened. But writing in a journal about how sad I was wasn’t helping.

Soy milk from China is a thick, warm soup-like treat—and nothing like the version we’re familiar with in Canada.

Each week, writing about joy has become an active way for me to resist hate and find hope amid violence and oppression.

For the first time I saw the struggles and conflicts that my mother and I experienced reflected in print.