I was born and raised on a farm in the heart of who-do-you-think-you-are Southwestern Ontario. When I studied French, the first phrase I mastered was je suis désolé, when I took Spanish - lo siento - and like every truly Canadian child in my region I was trained in the art of apology, in my case by a loving mother who encouraged me to ‘hide my light under a bushel’ inquiring of me, “Why do you use the word ‘I’ so often?” as though my ego weren’t always in need of a good dressing down. Mother mine, je suis dėsolé, lo siento, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. I was born to shine.