Here’s something you might not know about me: many years ago, I wrote a Haggadah—the order of service used in the Passover Seder. That’s not a remarkable feat in itself—there are many versions, most far more learned than mine—but as far as I know, mine is the only one written by a non-Jewish woman. Continue reading
Years ago, I worked in at Glenealy Junior School in Hong Kong. I didn’t mean to work there. I didn’t even particularly want to.
But my darling son, aged 6, thought it was a great idea to volunteer me for every school outing, party and in-class event that came down the pike. I’d helped out in his older sisters’ classes, so I was guilted into helping out in his as well.
To be honest, I’d hoped that by the time my youngest child toddled off to school, I’d be released from School Mum Duty. No such luck. Continue reading
A year ago, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room, anxiously awaiting (as one does) news of my daughter, who was in her nth day of labour. I would have happily chewed my arm off, to relieve her of the pain of childbirth. I scribbled on my iPad that day, trying to keep myself busy, while waiting, worrying, and, well…weminiscing. Continue reading
Living in London, I’ve learned more English-isms that I ever thought possible. I was arrogant enough to believe that I kind of knew them all, or at least most of them, because:
1. I’m Canadian and we share a lot of the same words and expressions,
2. I’m an unrepentant Anglophile,
3. Other than the 4 years when I lived in California, I’ve lived in English-influenced cities and countries my entire life, and…
4. I’m so clever.
But in the past 3 years? I learned a few things. This week, I want to talk about Guy Fawkes. Continue reading