French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.
It’s amazing how many prospective clients tell me I “shouldn’t worry about money at this stage” when said stage is after the project was explained and when I have to accept or decline the assignment.
I’ve been to San Pedro Sula, dodgy parts of Rio, Salvador and Porto Alegre, I survived shitty border towns but damn, I’m avoiding Crow Street, Suburbia, Ottawa.
Look at the two pictures I took in my neighbourhood yesterday afternoon. Do you notice anything strange? Anything missing, maybe?
My laptop and a reliable Internet connexion are a necessity in my personal and professional life. Provided I have both, my smartphone isn’t. Am I an oddity?
That’s pretty much life with kids. When you least expect it, you get completely overwhelmed by love and a primal instinct to protect, hug, and kiss them.
In 2018, I re-opened a bank account in France. Problem is, sending money to myself from Canada didn’t go exactly as planned.
Life is punctuated by a series of enlightening, unexpected, and occasionally puzzling before-and-after moments.
Going on a vacation is an excellent way of unwinding. Work can become stressful, and…
Quick exercise—make a list of your friends and acquaintances. Now look at it. How many of them would you feel comfortable asking a favour from?
These days, the time is the only information I can give straight out because I’m always racing against the clock.
Tuesdays are now known as the “six mots” day, a weekly homework writing exercise a native French speaker and skilled translator/copywriter/proofreader is struggling to complete.
Someone finally turned the heat on this weekend. It was lovely, warm, hot, amazing and other adjectives used and reused by everyone here. And this is what happens when it suddenly gets hotter in Ottawa…
It rained all day on Friday. It snowed on Saturday. As I’m typing this tonight, on May 1, there’s a freezing rain warning in effect.
We live in a world where companies and brands can buy traffic, followers, commenters and content so that in turn, we buy products and into ideas.
I take full responsibilities for many parenting mistakes. But Fortnite and Momo? Blame the school.
The grim forecast was all over local news before the Easter long weekend—“Significant rain expected!” “Exercise caution!” “Flood concerns along the Ottawa River!”
What are the odds! Every time Mark plays Parcheesi against Bat-Bear, he wins. Crazy.
There are plenty of attitudes I can’t stand in North America, but this is the Canada I’m proud of—kind, welcoming, helpful and understanding.
With the United States so close to the Canadian border, you would be hard pressed…
If I out myself as a Canadian, I know I’m about to be quizzed.People have comments about France, but they sure have a lot of questions about Canada.
I can’t pinpoint how having white hairs make me feel, but it bugs me more than I care to admit.
As a general rule, if I’m travelling with my Canadian passport, I’m Canadian. But once in a while, I introduced myself as French.And this is what happens.
Sometimes, I think I’m not cut out for North America. I’m not competitive enough, I’m too subversive and I don’t care that much about money—these are unforgivable flaws.
The transition, these ten hours spent on a cramped plane, a day of travel in total, was almost too fast. And on top of that, today, I’m apparently turning 36. Crazy world, I’m telling you.