“Please, don’t call the police!”
This is the first thing she ever said to me when, one evening, I passed her on the pathway leading up to Madison Park, one of the neighbourhood’s playgrounds.
Browsing Category Canadian Life
You’re Tired Too, Aren’t You?
I’m tired. Not the oops-passed-out-on-the-carpet-again kind of tired I experienced when Mark was a baby, but I feel drained.
Love It Or Hate It, I Have An Accent (Do You?)
I have an accent. Scratch that—I have accents, one in every language I speak.
The Art of Asking (The Right Person, The Right Way)
I’m not selfish, uncharitable or useless. Also, if you call me names, you’re an ass and if you make it to Canada, I hope the hockey team you may end up supporting loses for five seasons in a row—alternatively, I hope you lose a glove on a very cold day.
Ottawa Ice-pocalypse or How to Survive an Ice Storm
Last weekend’s ice storm was no joke. It scared me. Freezing rain creates an amazing scenery. Freezing rain causes accidents and damages. Lovely, but deadly.
“Will My Life Be Better in Canada?”
Every day, I receive two of three emails or comments from strangers asking me to map out their destiny.