My mother does not do anything stereotypically Canadian. “Why should I pay Tim Hortons to carry around their logo? They should be paying me to advertise them!” she will exclaim, and then proceed to calculate how many cups of coffee she can make from the large can on sale at Superstore versus the cost of […]
It is my mother’s strength that gives me my backbone
Mummy demanded obedience, insisted that her children stand on our own feet, and taught us how to survive.
In my favourite entry in my baby book, my mother writes: El is very stubborn. If you say the sky is blue, she will tell you it’s green. But she’s very sensitive, really. She can’t bear to hear stories where anyone gets hurt. When the witch gets put in the oven, she cries. I smile […]