I have dreams, projects, ideas, the whole shebang. But when? When do I get to tackle them?
Happy birthday, Mark. You’ve been looking forward to being 6 for almost a year now. No, we can’t pretend you’re ten. Sorry.
Who are those people who look back at their school years with nostalgia?
The couple, a man and a woman, were sidewalk experts. That alone was noteworthy. But then, something strange happened.
Adult life can be stressful at times and the option that many people take is…
Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
I reached over to grab my phone, plugged to the charger because surely, the power must have been restored at one point during the night.
There are events you know you will recall vividly years later—what you were doing, where you were, how you dealt with the situation.
At 7:01 p.m., the line went dead and I started swearing in both official languages.
You’re leaving your family and your friends behind to start a new life in a…
Maybe it’s not too late to pick up another harmless activity—knitting? Rock climbing? Blogg—oh, never mind.
Canada is home to some of the world’s most eye-catching sights, both natural and manmade,…
As a travel addict, you’re always thinking of your next trip. These thoughts are always…
I check the lunch box to see if Mark enjoyed his “nutrition break”—no kidding, that’s how the school calls it (classes are “instructional blocks”). There are a couple of flyers inside.
Since I have room in my bag after gifting what I bring from Canada—typically clothes, sweets, maple syrup and a few North American goodies—I do a bit of shopping in France.
I feel pleasantly numb and it makes me smile. My evil plan worked—a four-hour night’s sleep to disconnect from reality. Take that, stupid brain!
It’s time to fly back to Canada.
I don’t even want to analyze how it makes me feel.
I’m not going to complain about the influence of American pop culture in France. After all, why not? However, I hate the fact that many French decision-makers are seeing America as a blueprint for success.
I can’t stand these last few days when it’s almost over but not quite yet. I don’t know who I am anymore, nor where I belong or where I want to be.
It’s funny how exotic French can sound when you’re no longer immersed in the culture. Here are a few expressions and words I rediscover when I go to France.
Suddenly, there were riot police officers walking behind me, in front of me and blocking side streets.
“Mademoiselle? You can sit down. Oh, it’s funny, you have goosebumps… is it too cold in there?”
What kind of art moves you the most? What’s the creative discipline you enjoy best? Literature, performing arts, visual arts?