Visiting a dude whose job is to stick his hand up your hooha is not my favourite thing – (unless that dude is my husband) – but I don’t dread it. I don’t get all freaked out about it. I usually sit back with a magazine while I’m waiting… sometimes I read during the exam. …
Rissa’s playing soccer this summer. She and David went out to buy equipment. She came back with shin guards, snazzy cleats and… nose plugs. You know, for all those underwater games. I threw a look at David. He shrugged. Rissa put on the nose plugs and complained that they didn’t feel right. “I don’t think…
I think I understand why those little jewelry boxes had those pop-up ballerinas in them. Minature ballerinas make you feel good. You want a sure-fire cure for feeling like shit? Go see the Pre-Ballet routines in a dance recital. Seriously. Bad moods cannot survive a toddler in a tutu NOT doing a dance number. Tow-headed,…
Rissa murdered my hair dryer. It was a crafting catastrophe. One minute she was melting crayons on a canvas – the next my hair dryer was the victim of too much “on.” We suggested she use the heat gun. “That sounds dangerous.” “No, not if you use it correctly. It’s meant to be super hot.”…
Ahhhh…. dandelions – those delightful, yellow harbingers of spring. I know they’re weeds, I know that their root structure rivals that of a willow tree, but damn they’re pretty! A hillside of them, from a distance, makes me happy. I love taking up one of the flowers when it’s gone to seed and blowing it…
Rissa, at the best of times, can make words sound nothing like they’re supposed to. Last night she made a weird-ass shape around her belly button, said “DRACULA BELLY BUTTON!” and then dissolved into giggles. David and I were mystified as to what vampires and belly buttons had to do with one another. “DRACULA belly…
David is massaging my feet. He is the best spouse. We’d returned from an after-dinner walk; instead of me taking the lead, I’d been dragging my feet a bit, looking a little low. (I’d had a cardiologist’s appointment in the morning. More tests – this one with me wearing an air-tight mask, riding a…
Upon her return from school, Rissa makes her way into the kitchen. I am writing in the dining room. “There’s leftover tosada stuff in the fridge and some cherry tomatoes,” I direct from my post at the laptop. Après school snack reminders are much needed for my child, who, when her blood-sugar is low, can…
Madmen open fire at a Mother’s Day parade in New Orleans – but this isn’t news?? How has this NOT been on the front page of my CBC newsfeed since Sunday? Oh wait. Only 19 people were wounded. Nobody died, so it’s not newsworthy. What, did the pitch sessions post ‘incident” have news networks postulating,…
“Daddy, why do you have those weird bald patches on your legs??” asks Rissa one morning. “I’m not sure,” says David, standing in his basketball-length exercise shorts. He peers down at his hairy limbs. “These ones here…” he points to his calves and shins, “are probably from socks rubbing…” He points to his ankles –…