Middle-Class

middle-class: We werent exactly poor. Actually, we werent poor at all. I grew up in the sixties in a middle-class, blue-collar suburb of Vancouver. My father was gainfully employed, my mother a stay-at-home mom long before that term was coined. Housewife was what she wrote in any document asking her to describe her occupation. We had more than enough food on the table, clothes and a roof over our heads. More Related to this Story, according to Globe and Mail. First you get the diagnosis. Then you learn to be a cancer spin doctor The Essay is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide . On the third day of kindergarten, my son already had a girlfriend (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.