My kids’ daddy is a part-time chef. He’s a full time computer guy with a Chandler Bing-type job—no one has any clue what he actually does, but in his off hours he is experimenting with food and addicted to the Food Network and doing foodie guests spots on local Toronto…
My firstborn, my oldest daughter, my mini-me turns twelve today. My dancer, my actress, my singer, my LOST addict, my Aritzia-leggings wearer, my Dorothy, my Mary Poppins, my Disney VIP, my chills-giver, my babysitter-in-training, my fashion guru, my ombre-hair coveter, my Taylor Swift lover, my shower concert giver, my dark…
It was 1990. And it was New Kids on the Block. I will never forget it as long as I live. I wore a pair of black leggings and a massive black and white houndstooth tunic sweater and hi-top Converse all-stars. And my Debbie Gibson/Joey Jeremiah hat over a really…
