Have you ever woken up one morning to find that you are someone else? I don't mean in the literal sense, of course. Obviously I have never woken up in Oprah's pant suit or Nicholas Cage's toupee . I guess I mean this: Have you ever reflected on how much you have changed in a given amount of time, but you have no recollection of the transformation process? Allow me to expand. I recently had a strange weekend. It started with a colleague of mine asking me if I'd be able to do an interview for a French-Canadian radio station about my views on the economic recession of 2008. With zero background in economics, I hesitantly agreed to help...mainly because she had already given the producer my contact information. The following day, a reporter showed up at my house, interviewed my family, and recorded our conversations as I prepared a roast and homemade apple pie for a dinner with friends that night. This, my friends, is how I turned into a Quebecoise phenomenon.
Food. Travel. Stuff I like but you might hate. "Parenting." En français. Rambling. Zero public attempts at crafting.