Opinion: At times, I’m more anglo-Gaspesian than Canadian 

In a recent email exchange with friends about identity, I declare exactly who I am: 1) male; 2) Caucasian; 3) anglophone; 4) heterosexual; 5) humanist; and 6) Canadian. I say these things resolutely; I have always been those things and always will be.
Then I type an asterisk next to Canadian.
Oh, I’m a proud Canadian all right. I joke that when I bleed, I bleed Atwood, Orr and Lightfoot. But I also realize, in my regular trips to visit my mother on the Gaspé coast, where I grew