Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Summer camp is like orthodontic care: it’s a great idea in theory; it can change a child’s life; and it is very, very expensive. So, if you are like me (read: poor ) I sympathize. As much as I’d love to send my kids away to the wild north woods of Ontario for several fun-filled …
The Book of Mormon is coming back to Ottawa. When I found out I immediately dropped everything to update this post, because some things in this world are simply non-negotiable and seeing this show is one of them. I originally wrote about it back in 2014 after catching the touring production at the National Arts …
No more pencils, No more books, No more teachers’ dirty looks, When the teacher rings the bell, Drop your books and run like hell. Do you remember that rhyme? While it’s a fun way for kids to blow off steam at the end of the school year, it sends the wrong message about books. Books …
Nobody actually has less fun in summer, but we do have less time for screens, which means when we sit down to watch something it had better be worth it. This is my updated list of the best summer vacation movies, built for bingeing on rainy afternoons, cottage nights, and the long drive home from …
I hate food. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but it’s true. (I wouldn’t put myself in the overweight category, but I don’t look like I’ve missed many meals.) I don’t have an eating disorder, I have a FOOD disorder. I hate deciding what to cook, I hate shopping for it, preparing it …
I love watching young parents taking their toddlers to dance, soccer, gymnastics and hockey. They are so completely adorable in their ignorance. I can’t help but smirk, er, smile I mean, when I see them beam at their little darling in their team uniform. They really have no idea what awaits them once they have …
Recently, my husband took up brewing. We are not here to talk about that today. That’s an entirely different post. However, on the flip side there’s been a whole lotta spent grain afterwards that we need to contend with. Thankfully, we’re not far from a farm, so we send some to the horses, our city …
For years I’ve listened to moms I know tell me of their homework woes. They would share the frustration of hours upon hours spent doing homework with their children. I’ve always been respectful, I mean, this is after all their child, but inside I always viewed these statements with bemusement and confusion. Occasionally I would …
