memoir

Social distancing has people moving the party online at lightning speed. So why does it make me want to go to bed early with a book?

When my dad was diagnosed with lymphoma last year, I turned to the Jewish tradition of appetizing foods for comfort.

Rich, red and full of flavour, this West African ingredient seasoned many of my childhood dishes growing up—and is worlds away from the maligned product I encountered upon moving to North America.

The hunger of new motherhood made food dropped off by friends an acute, nourishing pleasure—one I haven’t forgotten, even years later.

Picking up a new language as an adult isn’t easy, and I’ve had a few false starts. But here’s what’s working—and why it’s so important to me.