I was thinking I was going to write a post debunking all those stereotypical Canadian cliches, you know the ones we all roll our eyes at when those silly Americans espouse them. But then I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized that I am a walking Canadian stereotype....and I’m oddly proud of it. I’ve taught my children that the alphabet ends in zed, not zee. I apologize to inanimate objects when I bump into them and practically offer up my first born if it’s a person. I will walk around for …
