"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness. " Dalai Lama I sit here and wonder, what the heck am I going to write about? Then it seems, as if out of the blue...something happens that gives me an idea. A small tidbit of something that happened in my life that may (or may not) be of interest to others. Something that others possible may be able to relate to or laugh about. Possibly some tips, pointers or information that may make someones day or world a little brighter. I LOVE the …
Sock it to Me; Life with Boys
I have two children. They’re…well, they’re many things but the point of my post today is my son. He’s nine and has a name with letters in it and the word means something in Greek or Italian or Latin I’m not sure which but boy did we pick the right one for him. Other suitable name choices would have been “JustGiveMeFiveMinutesPLEASE,” “OhferChrist’sSake” or “IAmBeggingYouAtThisPointToGoToBed!” Anything in that family. He is a conventionally beautiful child. This is meant to trick you. He …
The Pre-Teen Parenting Paradox
My ten year old daughter is a funny, beautiful, talented and intelligent girl. She is also utterly and completely exhausting. But not in the physical sense that my son is; he wears me out, yes, but nothing that a hot bath, a bottle of Shiraz, and a good cry can’t cure. Pre-teen girls, I am discovering, are exhausting on an entirely different level. It’s like comparing the pain of a toe stubbed through steel-toe safety shoes to a leg fractured in a fall down seven flights of wet, …
The 20 Saddest Things About Spring Cleaning
It's the least favouritest time of the year. Spring cleaning. I engage in spring cleaning with all the fervor of someone who invites 30 relatives to Easter dinner who will probably be checking out the relative cleanliness of the area in which they had their food prepared. Then I imagine they will probably go find the smudge of dirt I missed in the bathroom and think, "WELP, if she can't clean a bathroom right, I'm probably going to die of food poisoning." Spring cleaning is something …
Winter, Go the F**k Away (An Eastern Canadian Poem)
The darkness is long, and it lingers. The ice is hard on the bay. It's so damn cold out it freezes my nose-hairs. Winter, go the f**k away. The ground is hard and it's frozen. My grass is dead where it lays. Mr. Groundhog's a corpse-icle down there. Please. Go the f**k away. Leaving bed every morning is torture. The blankets where I wish I could stay. But the kid has to get ready for school now. And winter's not f**king going away. I'm so thankful I'm married to …
