So much of parenting is spent intently watching our children as they scream “Watch this, Mom!” before they do whatever thing it is they needed us to watch.
My family, I suspect, like most others, does the post-work, pre-dinner dance that goes a little like: What do you want for dinner? I dunno, what are you thinking? [from the sidelines]: Pizza! Nachos! Chocolate! Chicken nuggets! Let’s go to McDonald’s! Swiss Chalet! Montanas! Cookies! Can I have dessert? Will there be extra? NO SWEET… Continue reading what the hell do you want to eat?
One of the most sure-fire signs of summer’s impending arrival is the opening of patios across the city – and it also happens to be my favourite one. Well, that and the warmer temperatures!
We’d never attempt to build a house without the appropriate tools and training, so why the hell do we think we can build our lives and relationships without them?
From my thin, clear acetate cat-eye frames to my heavy, black-rimmed wayfarers, I’ve always felt like myself in glasses.
Our new home felt much more grown up and sophisticated, but also much less like a place I could relax and unwind in the warmth and coziness I’d grown accustomed to.
Before nearly every long run, during most long runs, and occasionally even after a long run, I sincerely question my sanity. Who the fresh hell willingly runs 20+ kilometres? I ask. Why do you do this to your feet? I wonder when I want to wear an open-toed shoe. Can I glue a fake toenail… Continue reading have I lost my damn mind?