Immigrant life does not always arrive through dramatic moments. Sometimes it arrives through an Uber ride, a Tim Hortons order, a grocery trip to T&T, or the quiet act of checking if your wife is still beside you before sleeping.
There was a season when P-Pop filled almost every space in my day. Then life arrived with new worries, new responsibilities, and the quiet realization that survival sometimes asks us to pause the music we love.
Real questions. Real grief. Still walking with God.
You don’t forget the moment your faith shakes.
Some people describe it like a quiet slipping. Others, like...
