Tag Archives: happiness

My Morning Bus Driver

We met when he stopped the bus in the middle of the road so I could get in. You cannot really run with that cast, he said. And I liked him since that day. Every morning, he would show up … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction, Short Stories | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Ten Years and Two Reasons

This August I will be celebrating 10 years since I moved to Canada. I’m 32, so pretty much I’ve lived a third of my life in this country. It doesn’t feel like that at all. I came to Canada when I … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction, So you can know me | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

My Two Instant Thoughts

When small things crush me, this is what I immediately think: I’m simply not meant for happiness & Why do X & Y never have any failures like mine?; they don’t work hard at all and things go well for … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction, So you can know me | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Wanting, Wanting…

I want to be Alma and run through the green grass. I want to be my Avi’s little muñeca again, and fall sleep in his belly. I want to sit in the dining room’s table doing my homework while my … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction, So you can know me | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Prepositions Of Love

From my shoulder to your heart is a short journey, but from my breasts to your soul, there are a few layovers. And the candles are deeming, and the wind is getting impatient.   Between my lips and your hands, … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

I love my abue

My abue was the best. I miss her so much! I don’t think people can even comprehend this, at least no one in Canada. If I am a decent person, it is because of my abue and my mum’s  hard … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction, So you can know me | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

I Say It Now

I didn’t grow up saying grace before meals. However, my Avi always used to say thank you to my abue once he was done eating his lunch. My abue used to answer thanks be to God. When I write this, I … Continue reading

Posted in Life, Non fiction | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment