Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Four Things

On our long drive down to the Corus building allllll the way downtown yesterday, Emily and I discussed many things: how my music is basically torture for her, our favorite high school movies, how she doesn’t actually *want* to see ParaNorman tomorrow, but she will on account of all the…

On Googling Teachers

Sometimes I change my status updates on Facebook or I tweet something out and instead of it being ignored, responded to, favorited or whatever the cool kids are doing these days, the responses end up going in a direction I did not intend or could have even predicted. Remember that…

Beyond Debarge and Socks and Sandals

Before leaving for our family getaway to Clevelands House in Muskoka I made exactly one emergency stop: the book store. I bought four books: The Book of Mormon Girl, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, A Discovery of Witches and my August book club book, The Art of Fielding. I…

In Almost Two Weeks

Every morning, my Facebook feed works overtime to refresh all of the newest back-to-school pictures. While I have been loving looking at all the adorable uniforms and the carefully selected first-day-of-school outfits and the giant smiling faces and the new backpacks, lunch boxes, shoes, and haircuts, the big green monster…

My Son Probably Ate Shawarma in Israel. Probably.

I am so glad to have my boy home. I sent him to Israel on his own for two weeks. I KNOW.  I mean, fine, if you are going to get technical, he wasn’t exactly on his own. He was there with his Saba and Safta and many aunts and…

The Curious Case of the JellyLegs and SpaghettiArms

It may have been the Olympics. I’m not entirely sure, actually. But I think it was. But over the last few weeks there has been this *thing* that was just nagging at me. It was like a sore on the roof of your mouth. You know, the kind you get…

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