There are ramifications for encouraging one’s child to pay attention to shit. For encouraging an awareness of female behaviour and how women are perceived by the media and the world. At 12 years of age, Rissa has become a dyed-in-the-wool speech pattern cynic. Rissa loves cake decorating shows. She loves watching people design cakes. She…
From MotivatedPhotos.com No seriously. She really is. It hits her at bedtime. She loses her mind. But only with me. Not with David. She retains sanity for her father, and abandons it ALL for me. ALL OF IT. Tonight, as I was lying beside her with my book at 9:45 p.m., she would NOT stop…
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…
For the longest time, I wouldn’t let Rissa play with Barbies. I was taking a stand. We bought her Groovy Girls – the flopsy, cuddly, ethnic, pre-pubescent dolls. She probaby had 6 of them – all sporting fabulous 60s-inspired fashions. (One had a faux raspberry suede coat with some sort of shaggy fur-like trim…
Yesterday, before heading into the backyard to weed everything that had the sheer mendacity to raise its head beyond the mulch, I sprayed my entire body with citronella. Every inch. And then, as a mosquito sexually assaulted me – sticking its nasty proboscis INTO my jaw – I realized – FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING…
I slept in this morning. All the way to 6:00 a.m. before bodily urges had me rising. Still warm and sleepy, I attempted to crawl back into my toasty bed, snuggled next to my husband but was foiled by Florence. No, I thought. No! You’re going back to sleep! You still have half an hour! …
The release of steam at the end of a day. This is what blogging is for. Things like my cat. Lola. Or as we affectionately call her – Lola ‘Bola Virus – who decided that she wanted to wear my rhinestone necklace this morning at 4:47 a.m. Our little cat burglar tried to abscond with…
Bedtime is the best. Especially when you have a 12 year old daughter who is still willing to snuggle with you. Tonight’s conversation: Rissa: Is there anything you might want to ask me? Me: Is there anything you might want to tell me? Rissa: …. maybe… Me: Is it something really good? Rissa: (turning away…
In my search for the perfect Mother’s Day cards for my mothers-in-law this week – (and that isn’t a typo – I have THREE mothers-in-law. Do the math on that one!) – I came upon the worst of the worst of cards. Treacly, forced rhyme crap cards that had me near to vomiting in the…