Perhaps it wasn’t my home, but Hong Kong sure felt like it. From the age of twelve, I was showered with free airline tickets by my father, an employee of East African Airways. Although rich in tickets, we were poor financially. This meant sleeping on airport floors...
After emigrating to Canada forty-three years ago and being away from my Muslim community ever since, I received a call from them. ”We are trying to bridge the gap between our business community and that of Calgary’s. Would you be interested in joining our committee?”...
“Pops, can we go visit Italy this summer? I have a social studies course on it next September.” How could I refuse? “Lex, if you want to understand a country better, you should compare it to another completely different in character. How about if we start in...
Taking Chris to buy a suit for graduation, we took a shortcut through an alleyway that linked the downtown parking lot to the mall. Out of a large garbage container, a head popped up. It was a homeless man rummaging through a restaurant’s swill, searching for food....
The biggest mistake of my life was teaching The Monster to play Gin Rummy. It was Nanny, my English foster mum who first taught me the game as a child. Recalling those days through adult eyes, I now realize it was a way to spend time with me , all the while asking how...
If I had to join a two-hour-long queue, my favourite would be waiting in line at Lynden Pindling Airport in Nassau, The Bahamas, a day before Christmas Eve. Imagine a freezing, wind-swept desolate Canadian winter. Then imagine the welcoming arms of Caribbean warmth....
Alexei Anatolyevich Navalny was always in a hurry. In 2013, he gave up practicing law to run in the Moscow mayoral election against Putin’s favoured man. Navalny lost yet captured 27% of the vote. He immediately vowed to run again. He was imprisoned twice to deter him...
Recently, a friend texted me “Just reached Anaheim. It’s flooded all over. My five-year-old will be so disappointed.” I replied “You will all remember this for the rest of your lives. After all, isn’t that what holidays are about? Everlasting memories—good or bad.” It...
The Romantic Grocery and Gift Emporium stood on a pedestal of steps, four feet above the ground, in the heart of Pyla, a tiny fishing village on the coast of Cyprus. The Emporium would have had a breathtaking view of the endless Mediterranean under a cloudless,...
Having written the first chapter of my book Chasing Aphrodite, I now searched for an editor. Two answered my call. The first was a 30-year-old blond, lissome beauty. She lived in the area and could come to my home. Perfect. “What are your rates?" “$62.50 per hour plus...
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