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“…But at the same time, Canadians have been very clear that we see immigration as a net positive, that we know we don’t have to compromise security in order to build stronger, more resilient communities. I am going to continue continue to stand for Canadian values and Canadian success in our immigration system as I always have, whether I’m in Washington or in Hamburg next week or elsewhere around the world.”


“Anytime I meet people who got to make the deliberate choice, whose parents chose Canada, I’m jealous,” he said in an interview that aired Friday morning on CTV.

Justin Trudeau ‘jealous’ of immigrants and families who chose Canada


This is our story as posted on our blog on June 12, 2017

Twenty-three weeks after the second day of the new year

This post is different from all the others in that it doesn’t talk about writing or publishing. It doesn’t talk about books at all. It is a promise being kept: I, Author, have promised to tell you about the Everward family’s Canada Quest, and that’s what I’m going to do.

Writing this post, I speak for myself, Kate (Sister, of course), our mother, and our three cats (aka Lords and Masters, and anyone who has cats knows what I mean). Mind you, I wasn’t sure how I should do this, but then I remembered that this is a blog. I’ll write this post as best as I can, and if there’s anything else you want to know, you can always ask.

So here it is:  the Everward family has known for a long time that they don’t belong in the country they live in. It happens that people are born in a place that is wrong for them, or the reality of their birthplace changes around them, making it difficult for them to live in it, even isolating them. For our family all of the above are true. Now, I don’t want to speak ill of the country I was born in, or of its people. There are good people in every place, here too. I will say this, though, about the three of us: we are liberals and believe in democracy. We advocate tolerance and kindness to others and treat them as we ourselves would like to be treated. We do not condone intolerance or violence toward those who voice different opinions or who come from a different origin than ours. We are Anglicans who respect all peaceful beliefs. And we want to go about our lives without being discriminated against or treated with indignity simply because we are women.

What our small family seeks is a place of peace, kindness, tolerance. A place of safety. And security, too, we don’t want wars anymore. I am writing this post in a room that is pure concrete, with a heavy iron door and a blast window. Both open now, but they have been closed too many times. Many homes here have these rooms. In the last war we sat here day after day, waiting for the missile warning to stop, for the missiles to explode far enough away. One hit a building a walking distance from here. Another fell in a schoolyard nearby. It was scary. You don’t forget something like that. This wasn’t our first war, and there’s constantly talk of the next one, in this increasingly unstable region. From the south, where the Egyptian military is not making headway in its fight against ISIS. From the north, where Syria and Lebanon are and the borders are restless. And in the southeast, well, I don’t need to tell you about that, do I? And it’s never over. On the morning Author began writing this post two rockets were launched from the south. Luckily no one was hurt. But luck doesn’t hold forever. And then there are the terror attacks, they simply don’t stop. You know, you never get used to living in fear. Constant tension, constant worry, not a moment of peace. We just want a bit of peace. We want to live in a friendly place, a country with people who are, simply said, nice, where we can build a real life for ourselves, with friends and neighbors and laughter. Canada.

You should know that we have made every effort to procure visas with the help of a Canadian immigration lawyer, who has failed us in every way possible. We provided the required paperwork and went through the required tests, going so far as to fly to London for the IELTS exams just to make the December 2014 deadline. That’s right, December 2014. It’s been two and a half years since we first applied to move to Canada. 904 days today since we officially submitted visa requests. Done, submitted, and nothing since. No answer. At first you’re ecstatic, then you hang on to hope with everything you’ve got, and then you simply don’t understand why so many others are let in, but not you.

We won’t give up our hope of a new life in a safe place we can call our home. Which is why we are now fighting for it our way. You, the readers of this blog, know us enough by now to know that we are not just sitting and waiting for something to happen, but are taking proactive steps, putting all that we have, all that we are, into realizing our dreams of a better future. It’s been more than a year since Kate and I have left our jobs behind, using our experience, our determination, and our love for what we do to start Author & Sister. On the way we began telling you our story. And not only you, you should know. Kate has approached Canadian government officials directly. She has even approached the office of its prime minister, Justin Trudeau, hoping to tell him the family’s story. And we will continue to do that. Fighting is something the Everward family is used to doing, in this life we’ve had.

Ironically—and allow me to speak directly to Canada for a minute here—if you think about it, we’re an exact fit to what you’ve been asking for in productive immigrants who would see you as their home and contribute to you as upstanding citizens. And yet you chose to reduce us to numbers, to dry information we doubt anyone had ever even given attention to. You don’t see us for who we are, and you don’t see what you, Canada, are for us, and what we want to be for you, the country we want to make our home. We ask you: Canada, do you realize that while you’re seeking good people to become new Canadians, you yourself are preventing them, those same people you seek, from coming in? Yes, Canada. Here we are. Look at us. And you know what, look at what we did. While you disregarded us, never even gave us a chance, look at what we’ve done. At what we’re becoming. Everything we have built so far we could have built while in Canada, as the exact new Canadians you yourself had asked for. We could have been the Canadian Author and Sister.

No tip today, I think. Wait, yes, a tip after all, for you, each and every one of you who are reading this special post of ours: don’t hesitate to do all you can for a better life. Never stay in the darkness when there’s a light somewhere out there for you.

And a personal note: I, Author, await the day when I will write my blog posts to you sitting under a tree in the garden of our family home, in Canada.

August 21

A Canada Quest follow-up: a bit more about us.

This one isn’t a post about writing. It is a personal post and I am therefore writing it simply as me, Claire, or actually as us, a family. My family. Kate, who you know as Sister, has asked me to write this post. She thinks it’s time to explain something that is related to our family’s Canada Quest—our names. And so here it is, explained in context, while also telling you some more about us as I’ve promised to do.

When our small family first made the decision to move to another country, our focus was the move and the country we chose as our new home, Canada. Beyond that, we thought we’d be moving as who we were then, continue doing the work we were doing at the time, proceed with the idea we had in mind for our future. But as things turned out, changes were to touch every part of our life. Nothing today is as it was then, at the beginning.

When you want to immigrate to another country you’re required to provide information about yourself, about what you do, about your past. You find yourself looking at your life, all aspects of it. You go through documents, old and new, you encounter old photos, and family stories come up about the past, some you knew about, some you forgot, some you’ve never heard. But not only that: when you take a thorough look at your life and the lives of the people you love, fundamental questions necessarily come up, and family discussions ensue. Even as our immigration process went on, these discussions continued, lengthy talks about what was, what is, and what we actually want there to be for us. And by the time we realized the formal immigration process had stalled, that there was no hope in it, we already had in us, as a family, the understanding that we weren’t going to give up, that we were going to find our way to the life we want in Canada. That, and a new understanding of just how much we want that life and how much more we intend to achieve in it than we originally thought.

You know one of the results of this: Kate and I started Author and Sister. But here’s another outcome: we changed our names. The names you know us by aren’t our original ones, Kate and I were given different names by our mother, names that fit the country we were born in. But with what we were now doing, seeking a new life in a new country, we also wanted to leave behind the names we felt symbolize the life we don’t belong in. We fit in a different country, a different culture, a different way of thinking—by now you know what I’m talking about, between my Canada Quest post twenty-three weeks after the second day of the new year, the interviews we’ve already had and the facebook posts we put up along the way—and we wanted our names to fit our new life, to fit who we are.

The first thing we did was go through given name lists. Popular names, names that were prevalent in the years we were born and since, names prevalent in English speaking countries. We must have looked at and discussed hundreds of names. Kate and Claire, we took to these names early on, but we continued to look at others, at endless lists that ended up with all the names crossed out because no name fit. We always returned to Kate and Claire, these were the right names for us. Right, but not complete. I, Claire, felt something was missing. And then one evening I was doing something else entirely, and it came to me. Anna Claire. That was it. That was my name. And Kate, she took to it immediately, and it was only natural, then, that she add another name too. And this one was obvious: Anne is a character she loves in a book. And so Kate Anne came to be.  And our mom? Easy. Judith Edna. That’s our mom.

At the same time, we were also looking for a new surname. A name that would say who we are. Again we went through lists, but this time the process was cut short. No name felt right, no name was our family. Surnames have meanings behind them, histories that tend to mean something to the families bearing them. And we wanted a name of our own, a name that would say what we are about. A name that would attest not to a history we were leaving, but to a new future, a family history yet to be made. An outlook of hope, that’s what our family wanted our name to say. And that’s how our surname came to be. We are a family that decided to make a better life for itself, to make hope become reality. We are a family that decided to look to a future, to look forward. Forever looking forward, that’s who we are. And that’s the name we chose for the life we are working to attain: Everward.

One day that’s the name we’ll be free to use, along with the given names we’ve chosen, in the country that we are fighting to make our new home, Canada. But for now we still live in a country we feel like strangers in, immersed in a struggle we keep hidden from those around us, answering to names that are no longer who we are. Waiting. Counting the days. Today the count has reached 974 days since we submitted our first visa applications. Exactly 2 years and 8 months. Should I give the count for tomorrow? No, I don’t think so. Tomorrow is a new day. A new week, in the count of this blog. There’s still time, maybe something good will happen today.

This week’s tip for all of you, readers, from the Everward family: whatever happens, whatever challenges you meet, do the best you can every day of your life, keep your dreams in your heart and mind, and never lose sight of hope.

Home Quest. Canada, where are you? – November 3th

On November 2nd, at 2:48 am, a missile warning sounded in the city we live in. Near Tel Aviv, right in the center of Israel.

We woke up, immediately alert, ran to the safe room, turned on the television, went online to see if there’s any news. Waited. We did all this automatically. The last war was only three years ago, and you never forget what to do when a missile warning sounds. Warning after warning and missile after missile exploding over your head or near the elementary school nearby or in a building full of families just a few blocks away tends to drive the point home. And so when a missile warning wakes you up in the middle of the night, you do what life in a war-ridden region teaches you and then you wait to hear that you’re safe, that nothing happened. Either that, or you’ll hear the explosion of the missile somewhere. Hopefully far enough away.

This post isn’t what you’re used to, nor is it Claire’s, who writes to you as Author. This is me, Sister. Kate. I wanted to be the one writing this week’s post, the one talking to you. It’s time I spoke, time I called out.

That night of the missile warning was scary. You might ask why we would have thought the missile warning was real, not a malfunction. Simple. There were and still are reasons to believe there will be some kind of attack either from the south or from the north. I won’t give you the details, that’s not what this blog post is about. And anyway, you might have heard by now something about what’s happening here, it’s been in the news. Syria, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Iran, Egypt, Gaza, Isis, terror attacks, missile attacks, these are fleeting news stories for you, if at all. For us it’s here. For us it’s once again the military helicopters flying overhead and the incessant supersonic booms of fighter jets. For us it’s constantly hearing about the coming war, feeling the preparations, wondering when it will start, if it’ll be as bad as they say, if we will survive this one. For us it’s real. It’s fear.

You know what, I don’t want to talk about war anymore. Or about Israel, about what my family had feared and is already coming true—the laws that will give the government a free hand to do anything it wants, the laws that will limit the power of the courts, the laws that will give power to ancient religious law and that will discriminate against us, limit our democratic rights as people and as women. Or how about the reality that anyone who thinks differently than the prevailing opinions is under threat? Just look at my Facebook page, you’ll see that once in a while I talk about what’s happening here. It always takes me quite a few hours to write those posts, you know, because yes, I have no choice but to be careful with what I write. Nowadays, every time I speak I could face backlash, I’ve already faced anger and threats simply for not complying, for voicing an opinion, for speaking honestly about things that worry me. And if I’m afraid every time I speak my mind, then there’s something seriously wrong here. And you know me, you know us, we’re moderates, liberals, respect life, freedom, human dignity. How is that wrong? Okay, yes, you’re feeling the anger. The concern. The cage it feels like we live in. The simple and sad and terrible fact that we, my family, we don’t belong here. There is no future for us here.

No, really, put that aside for a moment. How about this: in 2017 Canada’s official immigration plan stood on 300,000 people. Why not us? Right now, this very minute, while I’m posting this on our website for you to read, Claire is sitting in the next room preparing for publication the third book that will be published under our Author & Sister logo. When that’s published she’ll go on to the fourth book. Canada, look for us online. Look for our website with this blog and information about us and our books. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Amazon. An Author, her manager/publisher, our mom who is a huge help to me in my side of the work—we’re steadily building ourselves. How do we not fit? You, the readers of this blog. You who follow us on social media, read Claire’s books, hear and read our interviews—you know us. Tell us: how do we not fit Canada? How do we not fit a good, free, hope-filled country? What else do we need to do to deserve a real home, a safe existence, the life we want so much for ourselves?

You started hearing about our quest for a new home in June this year, ten months ago. Our first Canada Quest post was on June twelfth, five months ago. How about more numbers? It’s 1058 days today since I submitted the first visas for my family. In one month and nine days it will be three years since then. Three whole years. Throughout this time, I talked to whoever I could. And since the beginning of this year, while Claire spoke to you here, on this blog, I used our social media to reach out. I’ve made new friends, amazing people in a number of countries, Canada included, and Claire and I even had interviews on Canadian radio stations and a tv station, interviews that had gotten amazingly supportive comments.

And yet here we are. In Israel, with no way out to the new home, the new life we are waiting for. How about this for a call out: Prime Minister Trudeau, we’ve been following you on Twitter. You seem like a good man. A fair man. You love your country, you care about your people. You value progress, diversity, creativity. Immigration. So why not us? We’ve shown you who we are, we show this every day. We’re doing the best we can to show you why it should be us. In fact, you know, I’m betting that if you knew about us, you would say yes. That if you knew us, you would open the door and let us in. You would let us be the Canadian Everward Family. The Canadian Author & Sister. The Canadians who write and publish books they are proud of in the adopting country they are proud to be a part of.

No pride now. Just a lot of wondering. A bit of shattered hope. A lot of questions and worry and, yes, fear. Canada, where are you?

Watch our CTV Calgary interview

Our first Canada Quest post – June 2017

Our second Canada Quest post – August 2017