This is my daughter Emily. She is almost twelve years old which kind of makes me want to cry every time I think about it because in my head she’s still my wee baby, but in reality I know that she may be wee, but she’s no baby. She’s an…
Asking someone to vote for me goes against almost everything I believe in this online world. They have these popularity contests all the time online—vote for “The most amazing blogger!” or “The funniest blogger to write about dirty diapers!” or, you know, “The coolest person who wishes she never had…
I spend so much of my weekends on motion blur mode. (Long shutter speed?) The five of us are all rarely in the same place at one time. Between swimming lessons, figure skating, hockey, birthday parties, play dates, catching up on work, filling our poor, sad, empty fridge, catching up…
