Alright. Maybe Mark doesn’t speak French. And yes, maybe it’s my fault.
It’s only now, as I’m querying publishers, that I realize I may have missed a crucial step in the process.
The weather was summery and gorgeous until it wasn’t, and apparently the decision was made overnight.
Podcasts are great all year ‘round, but especially in winter. You might have a long…
Besides true clichés—locals are nice and welcoming—a few Canadian attitudes can be baffling to a foreign eye. So here are three examples of “Canadian logic.”
I always brainstorm Halloween with the best of intentions and little foresight. Typically, it’s September…
The French in me is sneering and scoffing at this very North American sense of moderation and proportion while the Canadian in me find the marketing solutions offered awfully practical.
Ready to set off on your first backpacking trip throughout Canada’s beautiful natural landscapes? Before…
Do you know that moment when you put your iPod on shuffle mode and start questioning your taste in music? Editing your own prose feels like that.
In doubt, come to the lawn of the highest office in the land and express your Canadianess.
Gambling online is slowly becoming the preferred way for players to have a flutter. With…
Picture me, a cake box on my open left palm, my right hand clutching three strings attached to three large balloons threatening to fly away at any moment in the cold breeze.
I can’t remember a bedtime routine that didn’t include a quick check on the date and a promise that yes, one day it would be October 12.
Feng shrugs as if he is privy to top-secret information, like the People’s Republic of China plan to invade Canada using the MERBALP method—Massive Exports of Red Beans and Lotus Paste.
Locked Up Abroad, Science Vs, Ear Hustle and Transfer (in French)—four podcasts you should listen to this fall.
Leaving, travelling, immigrating to Canada—these were all my choices. Choices I’m proud of because they were mine but also choices that affected those around me, and I have to live with this.
A few years ago, I read a post from an American expat who explained how much she missed pumpkins.
“Pumpkins?” I thought. “Okay… Huh, why?”
Ottawa’s 12th homicide of the year occurred on September 20 at 3:20 p.m. on Caldwell Avenue, 800 metres from where we live.
It’s like being 16 again and expecting a text or a phone call from a crush—except I’m 34 and I’m waiting for work assignments.
We were anxiously waiting for the “fridge guys,” aka the repairmen who were about to assess the dead freezer compartment.
Maybe Canada is your dream too. Just make sure you know what you really want.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue and the squirrels were squirrelling around. The birds may have been singing too but I wouldn’t have heard them because Mark was watching TV.
So, what did I buy in France this year?