There is a story from my childhood my parents love to retell over and over again. I don't mind hearing it, I always end up laughing at...

I must have a thing for pound cakes. I've made this this and this and they always come out divine. I could live off the scent of b...

I bought a small bouquet of tulips the other day. They were singing to me, their yellow tinged lips and ruby petals were too pretty not...

I’m not proud of this loaf. For days it was left untouched on the counter, still nestled in the loaf pan, bundled in parchment pa...

When I was young enough to only appreciate the flavours of toffee candies and M & M’s, my parents made the hard decision to move from...

I moved to Shanghai when I was eight, it took me a while to adjust to the cultural shock of crazy fast taxis, the thick smog that hung st...

  Around this time last year, I was strolling through the beautiful Jardin des Tuillieres in Paris with my closest friend, all the while ...

Whenever the heavy rubber-lipped subway doors spring open at Eglinton station here in Toronto, a gust of sweet cinnamon fills the tra...

I spend most of my weekdays at the computer. I sit next to a window that faces west, so on a clear night like today, I take a break ...