One reason I love living in Toronto – the food. Roti, for instance. Around here, roti is “a dish of stewed or curried ingredients wrapped in a roti skin.” Goat roti is now my
It all started when I couldn’t find my pants in the morning. Then, when I went to the gym, I scared myself by putting my lock inside the locker, which really didn’
These past few years I’ve become used to regular trips to England to check on my Dad, as well as annual trips to Boston for school. I’ve usually been able to
Whenever I speak on forgiveness, as I did this past Sunday, I’m overwhelmed by the stories I hear. I have relatively minor things to forgive compared to what some have gone through.
I generally don’t have much trouble sleeping. No conscience, to quote my Dad, who I’m sure meant to say that he had a clean conscience. This morning, though, I woke up