Monthly Archives: August 2013

Five Days. Deep Breaths.

Sometimes parenting is the kind of awesome that makes you want to cry tears of joy. How did I get so lucky that this is my lot in life? Most of the time, actually. Sometimes though. Sometimes parenting is hard, dirty, sticky, stinky, exhausting, frustrating, noisy. Sometimes I just have…

Live, The Verb. Live, The Adverb.

Last week I had a very busy weekend. It involved some precious time spent at a friends’ cottage, an 8-year-old’s rainbow loom and cupcake decorating birthday party, saying goodbye to my oldest niece and nephew as they traveled back to their homes in Israel, celebrating my in-laws’ anniversary at an…

THE COTTAGE—Redux

Remember when I first moved to Canada and I was confused about loonies and milk bags and THE COTTAGE? “What is this THE COTTAGE place? Is it like Disneyland? Is it a resort? A hotel? Is it where Snow White lives? Is it like The Dells in Wisconsin? Why does…

Celebrating Important Milestones Around Here—I Hope There’s, Uh, Candy

I have more important things to worry about than this whole Ben Affleck is Batman ohmyheavenlydays how can such a travesty occur the superhero world is coming to an end. I mean, settle down, friends. Just remember that if Twitter was around in 1988, people would have been all, WTFBBQ…

Not Really Short On Anything Else

I am having zero luck with coffee today. This morning, I had a long fight with the wall hairdryer in my hotel room—oh it was a fight that I lost badly, resulting in a lovely hairstyle that looked a bit like a cross between a drunk Russell Crowe as a…

Clevelands House: A New Room Number—A New Gaggle Of Memories

Last year, after spending four days at Kellerman’s Clevelands House in Muskoka, my children talked about it for days, weeks, months after. No joke. Over dinner one evening, I asked my kids if they would visit anywhere on earth, where would they chose. Emily said, “London, obviously. With some poking…

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