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In January of 2009 I had my first meeting with South Asian Arts. We were planning on cooking something up together: butter chicken. I Can't Believe It’s Not Butter Chicken was a South Asian-centric sketch comedy show Leena Manro and I had created as an outlet...

James runs head first into everything. Maybe because that's how life should be approached, or maybe because he's nearly two years old. Regardless, it’s a joy to see him running towards everything with his head slightly pushed forward. He's an explorer and a rule-breaker. He blocks the slide, and...

Munish sat next to his father on the couch. He looked outside, he had asked for snow for his visit home and he got it. It wasn’t the big snowfalls of his childhood but like most things from your childhood eventually things become small. Except Dad. Maybe he had...