We all have unfinished business to deal with. I had unfinished business too. I tiptoed around it for…
ahem, ten years. I finally tackled it.
French woman in English Canada.
Looking for comrades to start a revolution.
In the meantime, I write stories, explore cultures and travel. You know, the usual.
We all have unfinished business to deal with. I had unfinished business too. I tiptoed around it for…
ahem, ten years. I finally tackled it.
Mark is chatty. When he starts talking about movies, bad guys and other favourite topics, you’re in for a monologue—he could write a longer The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
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It’s that time of the year again where most people are fussing about finding the perfect Halloween costume or being invited to the best party they could possibly get their hands on. But very few are...
Two cakes, seven presents, six balloons, two cards, two songs and many pictures later…
This is the time of the year when your food is pumpkin-flavoured, sugary, spooky and scary.
It’s not a very good time to be Chinese in the West. If you’re not a spy, people suspect you run a sweatshop factory, slaughter your pet dog for breakfast, buy all the properties you can land on...
I bet I’ve never mentioned that Mark’s real father is a superhero and that my other child is a world-famous YouTuber.
The true question isn't why I came to Canada but why I stayed in Canada. The answer is simple—because I could.
Like millions of people all over the globe, I have multiple identities and I (probably) don’t need to seek professional help.
The first sure sign a new school year was going to start was the noticeable increase of pointless, irrelevant and often grammatically questionable emails we were receiving from Mark’s school.
“Are you bringing any food into Canada?”
No.
Seriously, I’m not.
The border officer eyes me suspiciously, waiting for me to admit I have five kilos of blue cheese and foie gras in my backpack.
It’s a typical trip back to Canada. We got up at 9:30 a.m., got dressed and left 15 minutes later because I believe in the “ripping the bandage off fast” technique.
I had plans for the summer. I was going to solve all the issues my family is facing, then relax, write a manuscript or two, work as usual, be the perfect mother and spend some quality time with Feng.
It felt like the end of the summer last week but it should have been its peak. And now, summer holidays are actually ending for most French, including us, and it’s suddenly hot again.
“One parent, one language,” she started lecturing me. “My husband only speaks English to our son and I only speak my mother tongue to him. And now, he’s bilingual!”
I’m often bemused by the common, everyday problems my French family face and apparently can’t solve. But now I'm one of them, a French with a stupid, impossible-to-fix issue.
August 15 (Assumption of Mary into Heaven) is a statutory holiday in France and in Nantes, over the long weekend, there were a lot of people wandering aimlessly, looking for entertainment.
I always forget how common it is to see French people engage in verbal and physical fights. As I’m typing this, it’s 3:15 a.m. on a rainy Sunday night and I can hear three or four voices shouting...
Half of France is complaining about the weather—the one who worked in July and decided to take August off—but it’s still business as usual when it rains in France.