If there’s one thing my kid does really well, it’s move. From the time he gets up until the time I kiss him goodnight (and even after the lights are out), F is constantly in motion. Admittedly, sometimes it drives me more than a little crazy – like when he kicks the back of my… Continue reading raising active kids ain’t rocket science #PBAmbassador
PSA: catcalling is not a compliment. Don’t do it. K, thanks.
A year ago, I somehow found myself forking over some $30 to a teenaged cashier at Pets Unlimited while F held a plastic bag containing a fish I knew I would regret even before we left the store. The little red and blue betta, named Fin because my kid is super creative when it comes… Continue reading did you feed the fish?
Today, thanks to Kate and the Halifax Hurricanes, I took F to his first ever basketball game. It was the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day, really, because there was basketball, beer and popcorn. What more does a girl need? Oh yeah, badass women. I had those too. (Lookin’ at you, Kate and Laura!) When… Continue reading on valentines and clothes with the tags still on
Tucked neatly into the deepest corner of my home, next to a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the intersection below, there is a little brown desk that’s all mine. To you, perhaps it doesn’t look like much: an antique armchair, a floor lamp, a decorative box, photo frame and a cup full of pens and one… Continue reading my quiet corner
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