I don’t know if it’s ALL nature vs nurture or vice versa. But I DO know that perfectionism is genetic. Rissa got her perfectionist streak directly from her father’s side of the family… from her paternal grandmother to her father to her. From the ages of two to about seven, Rissa would melt down when…
Courting trouble When I was younger, I did things… I courted trouble. I was the brash girl with the great rack who wasn’t afraid to use words or breasts to my advantage. Back in the day, I faked my Driver’s License with green liquid paper, a fine-tipped pen and a steady hand. I shop-lifted bad…
For all you parents dropping off your children (of all ages) at school this week… an excerpt from More Work Than a Puppy (or what your mother never told you about procreation). I was told by the mother of a university-aged daughter that I’d missed an important demographic. I added this particular monologue in 2005 with a…
David and I are doing laundry at my parents’ place. It’s such a lovely day that we decide that we’re going to hang the clothes on the line to dry. After about 5 mintues, from within the house, I hear shrieks from my female relatives. My mother, Granny, Gran and Aunt Bea are all in…
Just one whiff of it – always takes me back… Back to 1984. To being 16. To spending the summer in Nova Scotia at my grandparents’ house. To falling head over heels in love with a small town mechanic. Rodney. (sigh) He worked at the garage in Bridgetown. He wore grease-monkey overalls and at the…