About Me     


Certified Speaking Examiner for IELTS (2018)

Child Protection Training (British Council, 2018)

Certified Professional Writer (Canadian Authors Assoc., 2017)

Completion of Professional Editing Certificate courses (SFU. 2016-17)

TEFL/TESOL Certificate, (VCC/ITTT, 1985/2008)

MA, anthropology (SFU, 2003)

Post-Baccalaureate Diploma-Social Policy (SFU, 1997)

Spanish translation and TESOL methods courses (UBC, 1988-1990)

BA, French major and English minor (SFU, 1985)


-many years of teaching mainly English and writing various materials

-over 5 years of professional editing of English translations including

government and corporate brochures and website content, technical manuals,

purchasing contracts, tourist guides and academic articles

-many e-publications

-over 4 years of blog-writing on the themes of positive thinking and life

transition, with reviewed articles

-many years in corporate and government administration, including

employment services and education programs

-attendance at many regular seminars of Career Development Connections

-over 12 years of (official and informal) representation and counseling of


-working ability of French and Spanish

-many years of academic and practical training

-long time knowledge of the region and Canadian society


Board Director, Vancouver Community Network

Canadian Writers' Association 2016-2018

Canadian Editors'Association and Canadian Educators' Association 2017

American Anthropology Association 2000-2018

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A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that

Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?

He stood there bringing March against his thought,

And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;

And truly it was fair enough for flowers

had we but in us to assume in march

Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,

Myself as one his own pretense deceives;

And then I said the truth (and we moved on).

A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves. 

-Robert Frost