The Agony of Being Canadian
It’s Not Easy Being Misunderstood By You Americans Down South
My hometown of Vancouver is just 25 miles from the Peace Arch, the crisp white monument on the border that marks the strength and endurance of Canadian-American relations. One of its inscriptions reads, “Children of a common mother.” It’s a poetic way of describing the juvenile sibling rivalry that, as a Canadian expat who also happens to be an American citizen, I have witnessed most of my life, with amusement or (on bad days) exasperation.
When I first moved to the United States, I didn’t expect to stay for as long …
