Feeling the glow after meeting up with my always witty friend, Mary, in Kensington Market last week, I took my time, pulling out of the Green P parking lot, smiling and reflecting on how much great stuff we can pack into our one hour visits but it’s never enough time.

As I drove past the eclectic food and clothing stores, I’m not sure why, but I noticed her. This woman dressed in a long black winter coat, a grey woolen scarf wrapped around her neck to just below her nostrils, her big brown eyes peeking out, and two distinct grey braids cascading down past her shoulders, framing her oval face. Perhaps, it was the way she walked, her body perfectly erect, that made me glance again. Then it hit me, “That’s my grade 4 teacher, Ms. Tadman from Snowcrest Public School,” the sexy red-headed woman who undressed down to her lacy black brassiere in front of us to change for gym. The very same woman who inspired us 9 year-old girls to be feminists, to be proud of our sprouting breasts, maybe even forfeit our bras, and to stand up for Aboriginal rights.