The Dog

I was a dog person before I was a cat person. I guess due to proximity. As a child, I didn't know many cats, but I did know my cousins' dog Lori. Lori was only a year younger than me, and I remember being significantly shocked one Christmas when I was 3 or 4 years…

The Weight Chronicles

I was born fat. As a baby, my uncle gave me the unfortunate nickname, "gordita," which is used as a form of endearment in Spanish. It stuck with me through my early life. My brother was about 8 when he realized it literally translated to, "fatty" and stomped the endearment right out of it. Which…

The Chase

One of my grandma's favourite stories to tell was about how much of a little rascal my brother Michael was as a child. Out of the three (and much later even four) of her grandchildren, Michael was the one that caused her the most grief. Her story began innocently enough, on a snowy afternoon when…

The Purse

When the busboy brought the dark brown leather Burberry purse to the front desk of the steakhouse, where I worked as a hostess, we scoffed. What kind of person forgets their purse at a restaurant, we wondered. An expensive purse, at that. We figured she must be some rich housewife, who doesn't really care too…

The Final

I rushed home that evening, taking the back roads because the main city streets had been blocked off since early that morning. The traffic was horrific, and the entire city was abuzz with excitement. Storefront after storefront that I passed bore our team’s logo and slogan in their windows. It felt like the entire city…

The Festival of Trees

It was the second week of my publishing program, and I found myself volunteering with my class at a children's book festival. Not even two weeks to the day, I had been teaching adult students academic English. Now I was being shown around this outdoor space with my classmates. They were nearly the same age…

The Short Story

It all started when I posted a short story about my experience visiting my boyfriend’s grandfather in the hospital. A fellow blogger found that post and recommended that I submit my story to Chicken Soup for the Soul. He explained that a friend of his had submitted several stories to the franchise, and that he…

The Inheritance

We were staying in a chic little townhouse cottage on the sands of Punta Del Diablo, Uruguay, in the off season. We'd traveled 9000km from our Canadian home to visit Montevideo and an additional 300km to get to this small region, at my grandfather's request. He was a Montevideo native. Back in the 60s, when…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Anniversary

The anniversary of my first date with my boyfriend Anthony was a day dedicated to commitment, love and that happily ever after ending. But not our own. A coworker asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, which just so happened to fall on the same day. It wasn't a big deal or anything,…