Lettuce Begin
“It’s the most … wonderful time … of the year!” Everybody, SING ALONG with me now!
Yes, I’ve come to that magical point in my familial calendar when Read more
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Cupid’s Broken Arrow
At the risk of sounding like a romantic killjoy, I have never been big on Valentine’s Day. It probably stems from the fact that I went to an all girls school as a child, where telling every one of your female classmates you wanted them to “Be Mine” felt, well … a little misdirected. Read more
Too Dire For Duct Tape
Have you ever had one of those days? You’re heading to the gym for the first time since Richard Simmons discovered spandex when you pull a small thread at the top of your pants, inadvertently unraveling the entire elastic waistband (and no, not your midlife-crisis sweat pants Read more
Mother’s Nature
When it comes to the spirit of friendly competition, I’ve been told I can be a teensy bit … well, rabid. Oh, it’s always said in good fun, like “Whoa, Andie’s playing?! There will be blood. Ha ha!”
Yeah. Ha. Ha.
Look, it’s not like I upturn tables when I lose, or drop trou and shake my jelly when I win. I’m not sure how I got this reputation for being such a cutthroat competitor because I never thought I was all that hung up on winning. I can honestly celebrate anyone else’s victory just as easily as my own. Read more
New Year’s Dissolutions
While 2014 seemed like a welcome breath of fresh air this New Years Eve, a year for which I still hold the greatest of expectations, it could definitely use a breath mint at this point, at least from where I’m standing. Read more
Blunderous Applause
Last night while on a rare family outing to see the musical Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (rare because it didn’t take place at a hockey arena), Andrew and I officially became an embarrassment to our kids. That’s right. We had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, to openly express our appreciation for the performing arts in public. I know … someone call Children’s Aid. Read more
One Flu Bug Over The Cuckoo’s Nest
With cold and flu season in full swing, I have been so cooped up over the past two weeks caring for sick, stuffed up children that I was getting down to my very last nursing nerve. So many, many days …
But thanks to the miracle of antibiotics and Tim Horton’s coffee Read more
If It Ain’t Baroque, Don’t Fix It
“Daddy, I like this one … THIS one, daddy!” the girl insisted as she tugged on the spruce’s frozen boughs. I glanced at the child and her loosely bound tree and thought it too short, too sparse on the bottom, and far too scraggily to ever make it onto the roof of my car. I wouldn’t have taken the tree either. Read more
The only thing I have in common with Stevie Nicks at this stage of my life, beyond an artistic appreciation for scarved tambourines, is the gradual facial Landslide we’ve both been on since Rumours came out in ‘77. But having procrastinated over finding a costume to wear to a Halloween party last Saturday night, I did a last minute rifling through our closet, past the Earth Wind and Fire selection of tie-dyed apparel (Andrew’s side … natch), and found this feathered hat, bell-sleeved top and black velvet cape that confirmed the fact that our closet really should belong to the wardrobe mistress of a glam-rock reunion tour. Read more
Has Halloween Turned Into A Pumpkin?
When is that magic, tragic age when your child is simply too old for trick or treating? I suppose when your son is the only power ranger in the neighbourhood with facial hair, it’s probably time. But how do you gently tell them the sugar shack is closed? Read more