The problem with Mark’s deal is that we didn’t exactly leave right away. You guessed it, the flight was late. And we were sent to the de-icing station once again.
Yearly Archives: 2016
The date on the plane tickets we booked a little while ago is tomorrow. Christmas presents were unwrapped and now we are packing—packing for travelling. My favourite kind of packing, ever.
“Do you have any allergies? Do you follow a special diet?” I asked right away as we all do in North America. On full Canadian mode, I had forgotten a small detail. French don’t have food allergies or special diet—they have fucking principles.
Despite a tough December, Christmas Day delivered the magic we needed.
I bought a new winter parka. Now, I suspect you legitimately don’t give a damn…
For many expats and immigrants, seasonal small talk can bring mixed emotions. Indeed, many of us don’t celebrate major holidays at “home.”
It’s only later in the evening that I learned this piece of trivia: that Thursday, temperatures on Mars had been warmer than in Ottawa.
It came down to either paying hosting fees and keeping the blog online or just giving up on ten years of blogging.
“Look! It fits!”
“Mark… this was your baby hat. It doesn’t fit, it looks like you’re wearing a kippah!”
The entire table of respectable federal government employees started sharing winter misery stories punctuated by unbleeped expletives. This blew my mind.
Among the people who celebrate Christmas, religiously or secularly, there are two teams.
I’m not doing anything illegal or shady. I’m not gambling, cheating or drinking. I’m not even watching a pirated movie.
A child abduction case, a murder on an island, investigative journalism and inspired entrepreneurs: I have a great podcast recommendation for every taste!
The “extreme weather warning” issued by our messiah, The all-almighty Weather Network, was not a joke. Yet, until the night before, it felt surreal.
I keep on thinking about that strange night and my reaction. At what point are you supposed to call the police or call for help? Have you ever dialled 911?
Like many immigrant families all over the country, Feng and I blended our respective cultures at home—Chinese, French and Canadian in our case. Do you want to see our Chinese side? Follow me!
I work for three more minutes before realizing, like every night, that Mark isn’t going to obediently turn the TV off and come upstairs by himself, without parental supervision. I mean, he is perfectly able to perform these tasks—he just doesn’t want to.
Since Trump was elected the leader of the free world—gosh, just typing this was heartbreaking…—Canada became a place of interest to Americans who want out. Here are my tips to Americans considering crossing the northern border for good.
I didn’t feel like listening to analysis, explanations or excuses. I didn’t want to hear Trump again. I wanted to see the night unfold in 140 characters or less because really, “WTF” is only three letters and this was all we needed at this stage.
One of the side perks of moving to Canada was to discover America and observe our Southern neighbours up close.
Meet Hélène, a French immigrant who chose to settle in a beautiful small town in British Colombia.
I’m finally getting good at this whole Halloween thing. Phew. Took me long enough!
It was snowing. In October. Not the kind of slightly wet rain that can still pass as your regular fall rain, but big fluffy snowflakes, the kind Hollywood favours to feature in Christmas family movies.