Language is like a muscle

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English is my second language.

I wasn’t born in Canada; I came at an awkward age when I wasn’t young enough to be a clean slate, and I wasn’t old enough to  be a solid structure. In the beginning, the whole English experience was a shock to me. What saved me, I think, was and is and has always been my passion for the creative use of language and self-expression.

I was one of the top writers of my class when I went to school in Taiwan. Well, you can imagine the horror of immigrating to a new country where language is no longer your specialty, but your handicap. That, in all aspects of my life and in all manners of self-understanding, was a huge (and by huge I mean colossal) blow

I will never succeed. My English sucks. Everyone is better than me…

My first few years…

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