memoir

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

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

It’s never too late to change your life.

My mom didn’t prioritize friendships while I was growing up. I’m determined to do things differently

When I think of oatmeal—and its history with Canada’s residential school system—I think about how our nations are healing ourselves.