This Canadian life has many beginnings.
The little Sikh boy with a patka tied into a topknot on his head could not contain his jubilation. He bounced up and down in his seat, hugged his mother and waved his small flag at strangers. When it was his turn to go to the front of the room, it didn’t seem to occur … More This Canadian life has many beginnings
This past weekend, somewhere between Cambridge and Paris, a trillium waved a white-gloved hand in my direction. And yes, it caught my attention. I’ve likely caught yours, too, tossing off place names that conjure up images of old stone and ivied walls, of cobbled streets and majestic arches. Before you begin hearing the swish of … More A trillium welcome to you, too