After living in Toronto for thirteen years, the traffic and pollution became increasingly tiresome, but that was part of life in the city. The thought of moving elsewhere did cross our minds, until I landed a teaching job at the Beach Art Centre. I was excited at the prospect of teaching, but a bit terrified at the same time. My nervousness wasn't visible to the students because the lights were out and all eyes were on the image and not me - fortunately!

Having Raymond, our second child, made me a full-time mom, even though my mother-in-law often corrected my grammar as if I were still a child myself. I actually didn't really mind, because in a way she was doing me a favour - it was like having a tutor, and that meant less class-time for me!

I was eager and willing to learn French, but my first class was so upsetting I never returned to it, unfortunately. Defeated by my own frustration, I was down and out - but not for long! I got back up and carried on with English, even though at times it felt as if it was not my first language. I really can empathize with immigrants who have to learn English - it's not a easy language!!!