Hyphenated Heart

Are we ever ready to say goodbye to a loved one? What is it with this inherently human notion where we convince ourselves that we always have more time? There is a part of the immigration experience that I haven’t […]

It was a cold night in late October, 1991. The air had that crisp quality to it, the kind I would come to later associate with Canadian autumns and the texture of Macintosh apples. My …