Dear Diary

I have started to write and then thrown away too many blog posts this week.  I am feeling unable to generate anything of quality.  So I have decided to share with you an idea that I have been kicking around.  A while ago I dug out my old diaries and gave them a read.  They were full of ridiculousness that was begging to be shared publicly. When I wrote these entries, over twenty years ago, every word was serious and a precious secret.  Continue reading

The Drop

It’s Christmas and I wanted to write something timely for you.  I thought I would pen something heartwarming and sentimental about the holiday season or maybe a witty take on the chaos; but I can’t!  I’m done.  Not that the holiday was bad or that I am overwhelmed by it but I am simply feeling ready to move on from the holiday now.  So, know that I wish all of you a wonderful season but let’s leave it there.  Christmas = over.

Instead let me share with you something that happened before Christmas: Continue reading

Welcome Home

Taxes!  This post is about taxes.  If that statement makes you feel queasy or if your eyes started to glaze over while reading that last sentence then I will understand if you want to click away and read something more pleasant.  If you are willing to hang on and see where I am going with this then great; just don’t forget I warned you. Continue reading

The Joy of Pumpkin Guts

Like so many North American kids I loved carving pumpkins before Halloween. Pumpkin carving took on a whole different meaning in my family though.  Amongst my cousins you only need to mention pumpkin and there will be laughter and knowing.  … Continue reading

I am Ma’am

The sales clerk slid my groceries over the scanner. I stared absently at the magazine covers: ‘Stars without Make-up’, ‘Guess Whose Cellulite’, ‘Beach Ready Bikini Bodies.’ ‘Would you like a hand out with your groceries, Miss?’ That one line snapped … Continue reading

Parenting Dilemma: Soccer Mom vs Zen Mom

I am a good mom. I have no doubt about this. The thing is, being a good mom makes for all kinds of uncertainties and for regularly doubting my good-momminess. Right now I am struggling with my kids’ activities. Last year, my oldest daughter flat out rejected every activity in which we had previously enrolled her. She hated dance, was bored at gymnastics, indifferent to piano. Soccer and art class were only tolerated. So, my husband and I backed off and did not enroll her in any extracurricular activities. My middle daughter on the other hand wanted to do it all. Continue reading