A novel about the struggle to find stability in a life of displacement: The Globe & Mail
Where do you come from?
The question seems simple enough, but the answer, for me, has always been complicated: Does the inquisitor want to know where I was born? Where my parents were born? Where I was raised? My dark skin, almond-shaped eyes, and the narrow bridge of my nose all offer their own comment, which are at odds with my conception of home.