STRANGERS IN A NEW WORLD

We Were The Weeds In Our Neighbors’ Gardens

Chapter 3: They said we didn’t belong but we thrived anyway

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Saplings in a forest of Canadian maples

In the mid-1960s on a cul-de-sac in a bedroom community on the west side of Toronto, my parents encountered closed minds and doors…

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Observations on nearly everything. To boldly go where no publication has gone before.

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