By going home, I understood I was returning to my roots. But I didn’t anticipate just how deep I’d be digging, that by touching those roots I would come to a new understanding of my own existence.
A summertime visit home had been on the calendar for months. By “home” I mean the places where my husband and I were raised — Alma/Québec City and Ottawa, res…
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