the grilled cheese sandwich that broke me
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
Most mothers I know spend an outrageous amount of time questioning their parenting skills. I do it. I lie awake at night wondering how badly I’m screwing my kid up. I worry about the decisions I made yesterday and the ways they’ll affect him tomorrow. I’ve forgotten to register him for school, thrown out the… Continue reading i’m the best mom ever (and you are, too)
This past week has been one of the hardest parenting weeks I’ve ever endured. Between the stress I’ve been under at work and the emotional weight I felt after leaving Cape Breton on Sunday, both F and I were run ragged. On Tuesday, F had one of the worst meltdowns he’s ever had – and… Continue reading pretending to sleep & parenting
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?
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