Deviled Eggs

I remembered the following incident after listening to a podcast called Devil on my Shoulder. The episode was about people who say they found themselves “inexplicably doing something random and bad, something which… Read More →

Tell me about El Salvador, Papi.

I am a child of El Salvador. That’s where I would have grown up and built my life had my birth not coincided with a civil war. When I was a toddler, my… Read More →

The Finch Bus

Amid a long procession of cars, the Finch bus lurches westbound in increments. The whole structure creaks under the weight of awkwardly positioned bodies, which seem vertically heaped in the limited space. Aside… Read More →

The Soft Interrogation Room

For the first time in our twenty minute interview, I say something to displease the burly police officer: “I often walk home alone at night. I’ve never had a problem.” His stern facial… Read More →

On Hatred and Honey Bees

Most children, at one time or another, are convinced that their teacher is out to get them. Having always been a favourite student, I never thought my time would come.