Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
This morning I had just finished reading a chapter in my new favourite book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, when I popped over to the Life in Pleasantville Facebook page to see what was happening. I noticed an article we shared called 40 Places to See With Your Kids Before They Are All …
If you have ever stumbled upon any of my social media feeds, you will quickly come to learn that I love food and love taking pictures of it. Yes, I am one of ‘those’ people. I do not stand on chairs or set up tripods, but my friends and family know—picture first, eat second. I decided …
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 …
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, …
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 …
We do a lot of partner work in karate class and it got me to thinking, what does being a good karate partner teach me about being a good marriage partner? Be generous with the do overs Karate: Last night I was working with a lady who is still getting used to the way you position …
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’ve had it with every holiday being about kids, or kids and presents, or decorating for kids. I’m the happy mother of two kids whom I love and I spend a good percentage of my time doing things for them or with them. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But HOLY SHIT! Can one …
