my kid drank pepsi for breakfast
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.
Bag by bag, item by item, I took more than half of the toys in my son’s room into the hallway before loading them in my car and donating them to a local centre.
I can hardly believe it’s the last day of December; the last day of another year. This has been a year of enormous ups and downs, and while I’d be lying if I said I don’t hope 2016 gets hit in the ass by the door on its way out, I’d also be telling a… Continue reading farewell, 2016
As a woman who happily whips out her mixing bowls and wooden spoons several times a week, it will hardly surprise you to learn that I’ve made eleven dozen cookies so far this holiday season to give as gifts. One of my favourite gifts to receive is a new cookbook or bakeware (hint, hint), but… Continue reading stocking stuffers for your favourite foodie
I am a chronic bailer. During my first couple of weeks in my current job, I half-committed to after-work plans only to cancel moments after leaving the office. In university, I often turned down invitations to hang out with other girls in my dorm citing my studies or a headache. Because I hate to offend… Continue reading on saying yes and doing it often