Raising a Canadian-Chinese-French Kid This is what (apparently) happens when I lie down on the floor for two seconds

How do you guys do it? Seri­ously? Am I miss­ing some­thing here? I only have one kid and my job isn’t even that important—I mean, I’m not sav­ing lives here, just mov­ing com­mas and delet­ing quote marks.

Immigration Peace Brother, Ottawa, May 2015

You’re French? What the hell are you doing here, then?“
This is how an Aus­tralian back­packer reacted upon meet­ing in a dorm in Toronto, in 2002. “What are you doing there?” I replied. “It’s sum­mer in Aus­tralia, and you come all the way to Canada to freeze your ass off?”

Snapshots Little Ant

They don’t even have the chance to end up in a salad, they are just throw into giant Cana­dian Tire yard waste bags and hauled far far away from sub­ur­bia, like a trou­bled teen sent to rehab.

Immigration Poutine Sauce, Ottawa, May 2015

I felt com­pletely iso­lated from other Cana­di­ans. I couldn’t do small talk, couldn’t relate to the cul­ture, didn’t under­stand jokes and when argu­ing with Feng, I always ended up in tears because it cry­ing was eas­ier than express­ing myself in English.

Canadian Life Canadian Flag Pin (from my citizenship ceremony in 2009)

It would be years until I dis­play a flag. Like many French, I asso­ci­ated the national flag to yes, the French Revolution—a long long time ago—but mostly to more con­tem­po­rary dark peri­ods of human his­tory or far-right movements.

Raising a Canadian-Chinese-French Kid Mark Stole my Kindle at the Park, Ottawa, April 2015

Mark never stops. I’m think­ing of lend­ing him to ESL students—your very own human flash­card! Test your vocab­u­lary and get a tantrum if you don’t reply fast enough! Can be switched to Man­darin or French!

Trends Listening, Ottawa, April 2015

A cou­ple of years ago, I decided to give radio another chance. Not the annoy­ing radio sta­tions with their pre-formatted playlists and ten-minute com­mer­cial breaks—I turned to podcasts.

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