Image: Kurt Löwenstein Educational Center International Team from Germany / CC BY
I was heading down the last flight of stairs at the Lyon LRT station in Ottawa. A man stormed around the corner from the fare gates. He wore a leather jacket from a local university and one of those hard hats they give to first-year students.
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Here's a great family activity to explore Ottawa and Gatineau on your bike
MOM, YOU AND I went for a bike ride. All the way downtown. We explored the bridges over the Ottawa River. We crossed the Alexandria Bridge, which was built in 1900. The cyclist-pedestrian portion of the bridge deck is wood. It sounded like a . . .
My son and I joined thousands for an Ottawa football celebration
A grey, drab, Tuesday morning. Ottawa awoke to a thin sheet of freezing rain coating the streets. By noon, the temperature had risen, the ice had melted and thousands of fans lined Bank Street for a victory parade to cheer on their football heroes and 2016 Grey Cup champions, the Ottawa Redblacks.
We parked on Fourth Avenue between . . .
Rejecting my ethnicity exposed a childhood insecurity with being different
“Dad, why do you look different from us?” my son asked, over dinner.
“Whaddya mean?” I replied, glancing at some stir-fried bok choy.
“You're darker than us,” he said, comparing my skin tone to his and his brother’s. “Why is that?”
“Um,” I stuttered, “the ingredients that A-Kong and A-Ma made me with . . .