Obviously, when I was a kid, I spent way too much time around dogs. Growing up as an only child in a 3rd world country had made my life an oxymoron in so many ways. Because I was all they had, and because the news always featured a dead child for one reason or another every …
It may come as a surprise to some, but I’m human. I have desires, and feelings, and a brain that seems to work 25/7 don’t ask me how (okay, fine…you know how when you’ve hit the snooze button for five minutes, and your brain still manages to sneak in what feels like an entire night’s …
The fact that bad writing can sometimes make a lot of money used to offend me. “What!” my 17-year-old self once cried in outrage. “I could write better garbage than this! Where’s *my* mansion and limo and things?” And then I would hear about great writers who die penniless and I would be filled with …
True story: when I was 13 years old, and just newly arrived in Canada, my dentist was horrified that I had half a tooth stuck in my gums from a failed extraction all these years. He was even more horrified when, later, as they were doing work on my teeth, I did not utter a …
I‘d like to think that there will come a time when people will ask me where I get my inspiration from and I can actually sit down and say something meaningful, as opposed to, “Weeelp, there’s just all these voices in my head, and if I don’t do what they say…” It is true, of …
