In honour of our new house purchase and attending renovations, I’m sharing an earlier bit from my show How To Leave Adolescence at 30 – written and performed in 1999, shortly after we bought our very first home in Toronto. Buy a House Upon returning from our honeymoon, David and I realize that for the…
My ass felt colder than usual when I got out of the car. When I made it inside and took off my coat – I reached around to feel the seat of my pants. The seat of my pants was gone. My entire right cheek was exposed. My shoulders slumped. My pants were giving up…
Yesterday, we began renovations on our new home. Today, my neck, back and achilles tendons no longer work. Eight years ago, when we started the same process on our present home, I don’t remember feeling like this. I remember holding the mini-jack hammer and cackling with joy as I exposed the brick in our kitchen….
I should have been prepared. It’s not like I’m new to this. I’ve done shows before – I’ve suffered from Post-Show Depression. But this time around – there’s a 6 piece set + carry-on of emotional baggage that I hadn’t counted on. As an actor – for concentrated amounts of time – your cast…
I parked the car. It was the first in the lot. When I opened the door, three inches of freshly fallen powdery snow were at my feet. The snow around my parking spot and all the way to the loading dock door was pristine. It was too good to pass up. I put on my…
The shoes were stunning. Beautiful burgundy brogues, glowing in the fluorescent lights of Value Village. I spotted them from the end of the women’s jackets aisle. I’m always on the look out for a great pair of men’s shoes for David. They have to be big shoes, David has massive feet. Wide, wide, WIDE, flipper…
Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
“SON OF A…” “MOTHER-$@*%&$!” We had a dumpster delivered Monday morning. We’re down to the crunch before the move. What hasn’t been sold or donated by the moving date ends up in the steel depths of the most dangerous dumpster in Southern Ontario. Before the dumpster was deposited on our driveway, we had snow. And…
It’s Rissa’s bedtime witching hour, when she winds up instead of down, when she giggles and plays instead of succumbing to slumber. “Psssssssst…. do you see this tiny pocket?? It’s wee!” She has this thing for pockets. Wee pockets in particular. She likes to draw your attention to them – to share her love of…
For weeks now, in preparation for our impending move, we’ve been packing up our ginormous home. Over the weekend I was tackling the office space and I ran out of packing tape. “NO TAPE!!! WE HAVE NO TAPE!!!” “There might be some duct tape downstairs,” says David. Duct tape! Perfect! Duct tape sticks to everything…