We Make Room When We Want To

I often forget that I’m an immigrant. I have two flag pillows on my couch—one Canadian, one British—but when I sing the national anthem, it’s “Oh, Canada” not “God Save the Queen.” When asked, I say that I am Canadian. This is home. We moved to Canada on New Year’s Eve 1981, right in the middle of […]

The Red Couch: Love Undocumented Introduction

Immigration is a red-hot iron poker in the politics of our day. It is easy to become overwhelmed by the facts, lies, stories, and media. A year ago my Facebook feed was crowded with pictures of children in cages. Families being ripped apart at the border. I was filled with indignation. I donated, called my […]

Welcome To The Brave, New, World

Dear Leah, In two months, everything will change. You will pack your bags, move across the country and into a small apartment to live with your partner (who you will then call husband) and his two cats. You will look for a new job. You will hunt for a grocery store that you like, and […]

When Those People Become My People

A quick Google search defines the word they as a pronoun “referring to two more people previously mentioned or easily defined.” It’s my experience that no one group of people is easily defined but, oh, we still like to try. We tuck people away into groups of them and those people, defining those groups as […]

In Honour of Black History Month

I am a Black Woman. I am a black woman who is a Canadian citizen. I am a black woman who was born in Trinidad where I spent the first quarter of my life and I now call Vancouver, British Columbia my home. I don’t feel qualified or that I even have the right to write […]