Here I am, adjusting my tights. Tights and I? We have an interesting relationship. I love them, because, well, I am a fan of not freezing my lady parts in harsh Toronto winters. I hate them, because, well, I am also a fan of not having extra nylon and spandex…
“Mrs. Martell, I have to tell you that your daughter Emily is just so delightful. She has a permanent smile. I don’t think I have ever seen her without it.” “What a pleasure Isabella was to have at the birthday party. What a happy, happy kid.” “Ali, Josh is such…
I remember so little of my pregnancy with Emily, which is unusual, I think, since she was my first. I know for certain that I signed up for weekly emails that compared my growing little stomach gnomes to various fruits and vegetables and I recall being so proud to exclaim…
