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Yes Sir, that’s my baby…
Rissa is at the piano. Surreptitiously, I watch from the kitchen. She sings as she plays Adele’s Someone Like You – she’s been working out the chords with David. How she can sing and play at the same time mystifies me. Her lovely soprano drifts across the room, she has perfect piano posture – she…
Waking to Barney Stinson
About a month ago, David got this fancy-schmancy light that gradually becomes brighter and brighter to simulate a sunrise in our bedroom. I’m not making this shit up. We live in Canada – it is now winter – coming out of hibernation sucks at the best of times. This light takes about half an hour…
Heart of Darkness Dance Party
“OH MY GOD!” Rissa exclaims. “What?” I ask, glancing up from my e-reader. “This,” she says, indicating her book. “THIS. STUPID. BOOK.” “What are you reading?” “Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. ARGH!” The book has fallen from her hands and banged her on the head. “Dude. Careful.” “It’s not me! IT’S. THIS. STINKING. BOOK.” She…
Anorexic Caterpillars
Rissa is taking up all the space in front of the bathroom sink – arranging her eyebrows. “Excuse me hon,” I politely request – reaching for the taps so that I can wash my hands. “Sorry…” She scoots out of the way, allowing me full tap access, before returning to the mirror with tweezers in…
Anyone else’s kid do this?
“If you had a fake laugh what would it be?” Rissa asks as we’re walking to her dance studio. (We have one car, David takes it to school, if David’s late at work, we have to figure transportation shit out. Rissa opted for the walking option instead of biking. This happened half way through our…
Bad Rhymes at Bed Time
In pre-production for PETER PAN this weekend, so please enjoy this from earlier in the summer… Sometime in the last couple of years Rissa and I started cracking each other’s toes. It’s my friend Shawn’s fault. He cracked my toes while we were in a play together (not actually during the play but rather while…


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