I was in the middle of enlightening a student about notes and crescendos and how to press ivory keys to express musical intent when my phone rang. My phone rings approximately once every seven days, and it’s only ever one of my boy-children on the dialing end. ‘Hello.’ Question mark. Meaning, as I have tried […]Read more "This is Serious"
January. That singular time of year when the optimist buried deep within me rears its repressed head, demanding change in absolutely every area of life. Exercise more! Eat fewer cookies! Read more books! Practice more piano! Do something about the 53,000 photos clogging up the computer! Use every minute of every day well! Don’t waste […]Read more "One Gin: Patron of Hearts"
It began, as these things do with a house tour on a blog. There I was, just clicking ‘next’, assessing the featured homeowner’s placement of furniture and art, when I came upon an image of her bedroom showcasing a bed with a fabric headboard cover. It was not of the (pre) upholstered ilk that you […]Read more "Saturday Night’s Alright for Sewing"
(A continuation of the previous tale, The Blur: Oh is it Halloween, I forgot to care) After three days of not thinking about how to be in three places at once on Saturday, Friday night arrived and I realized my logistical nightmare could no longer be ignored. I had a small foretaste of the following […]Read more "Saturday: The Art of Not Being in Three Places at Once"
2017 marks the first Halloween on record that I failed to take a single picture of my costume-wearing spawn. I’m living in a new continuum of time that I’ve decided to call ‘The Blur.’ Sure, all of parenting, all of life, really, could be described as a blur of days folding into one another punctuated […]Read more "The Blur: Oh is it Halloween, I forgot to care"
Two summers ago, as we eked our way across the nothingness that is lower Saskatchewan, returning from yet another 8000km/4000mi+ journey to the Heartland, I knew with frightening certainty that we would not repeat the feat in 2017. Sometimes when in the midst of a trying situation we humans say things like ‘well I’m never […]Read more "Flying the Friendly Skies"
An email appeared in my disregarded inbox. The boys’ school wanted to thank parent volunteers for offering their time during the school year by giving them tea and coffee and having them sit in a gym for an hour. I mentally reviewed the contribution I’d made over the course of the year to either boy’s […]Read more "On Being Dumber than a Fourth Grader"
A few days, or possibly weeks slash months, ago I had the distinct privilege of setting foot in my local shopping mall. For the purpose of returning a bathing suit. If we’ve had coffee once in the last four years, you might be familiar with my ongoing saga-drama-habit of spending hours looking for a bathing […]Read more "The Most Hideous Woman in the World"