The idea of my writing a book has been floating around our house for a while now, slowly shedding it's aura of incredibility. That quip I made about my life reading like an Amazon bestseller took root and, with a Pinocchio-esque insistence, demands to become a real book...
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How BPD made me a better expat
Not nearly enough is written about Borderline Personality Disorder, and often what little there is, however insightful, leaves you with a foreboding sense of the enormous obstacles preventing us from functioning on a similar level to those free of this frustrating and debilitating condition...
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You know you’re settled in Canada when…
Signs you've been here awhile...
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Pucks and Punch-Ups
What a night! I couldn’t be classed as a sports fan by any stretch of the imagination, but as some of you know from yesterday’s post, Monday evening saw K and I brave the cold to take the GO train to Toronto for our first ever hockey game...
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The Good ‘Ole Hockey Game
The Toronto Maple Leafs will be playing on home ice for the first time this season tonight, and thanks to a lucky break, K and I won Platinum tickets...
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“Life is like a box of chocolates…”
Today brought a return to more seasonal temperatures (with a windchill of seventeen below) and a long-awaited package...
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5 Ways to Wind A Canadian Up
Canadians have a global reputation as peacekeepers and pacifists but, just like the rest of us mortals, their patience isn’t limitless; some things are guaranteed to get them fired up. Here are five situations where you’re unlikely to see them at their best…
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Challenges of interracial marriage
Making an intercultural marriage work takes dedication and strength, but on the plus side, we have a super-strong family bond, a vast capacity for empathy and understanding and the confidence that comes from knowing you’ve forged your own path in the big wide world and you have the cojones to deal with whatever comes your way. No regrets, right?
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What price a woman’s heart?
Ten years ago today, I stood corseted in sumptuous silk, satin and brocade and consented to be sold to the man I now call my husband for a "token sum" of thirty pounds...
