We all have a story or two to tell.
Technically, there is no such thing as a simple Indian wedding. You take the complexity to another level when you do an Indian wedding in Canada, and the groom is American. Throw in remote management by my daughter who was…
I feel kind of sad as I write this post. If you ever ran a small business that failed, you would know the feeling. It was not my business. But, you still feel for the people who tried really hard…
We did the math. After we picked up half the tab, my daughter’s student loan was going to be larger than the mortgage on our house. It was not a comforting thought — letting your child rack up a debt…
When I missed it the second time around, I started to worry. It was my third week at the job; my second career – truck driving. I tried to remember the instructions from the truck driving school. Don’t let your ego…
This post is not about squash or tennis. Deji Odetoyinbo, this week’s guest blogger, is Toronto veterinarian by profession. Deji is a cycling enthusiast, squash player, and photography buff. In this narrative, interspersed with some hindsight, Deji takes us through a cycling…
You might be a hero in a morgue. But you’re still in a morgue. I crashed at the 190th kilometer of a 215 km ride. Joey, my co-rider, told me later that when he saw my body smack the road and stay…
I begin this article by acknowledging the traditional custodians of this land, the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities. Who is a True Blue Aussie? Not that hard to describe. For those of you who have watched ‘Crocodile Dundee’, Paul…
The interview was scheduled for 9:00 a.m. I was excited. Potentially, it was going to be my first job in Canada. The hiring company was an International Distributor of consumer products. I located the office on a warehouse-lined street. It…
I have spent the past year waiting for my daughter to die. Findings and opinions were many. One in a billion genetic mutations. Only three known cases in the world. Your child is dying; she’ll be dead in fifteen months.…
The well-dressed lady behind the counter was polite. I had seen the “We’re Hiring” sign on her store window and had walked in to see if she would consider hiring me for the job. As she glanced through my resume,…