THE CHARACTERS Steve – An orange Tom cat – goofy, playful, more than a little bit dumb Lola – A very petite black cat – nervous, silly, terrified if you pick her up. Minuit – A rotund, older black cat – crotchety, belligerent, sounds like…
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I finally take the leap. After years of sewing and resewing, I toss my decade-old leggings with their worn, next-to-nonexistent inner thigh seams into the garbage. And just to be sure that I won’t fish them out again when that bout of clothing nostalgia hits, I cover them in more garbage. Which means that I…
“Do you qualify for our discount today?” “What discount?” I asked. Even though, from the moment the word ‘discount’ left her lips, in the back of my head, I knew what she was going to say. But in that 1/4 of a second it took her to reply, I found myself silently begging… Please don’t say…
David, Rissa and I are enjoying our weekly Sunday pancake breakfast. “These are great!” says Rissa. “The texture is magnificent!” We’ve been trying to perfect gluten-free pancakes for the past several years. It’s been hit or miss. “Yeah,” says David, chewing on his maple syrup-soaked pancake. “These are the ones. We’ve done it! Which is…
“Do you think there are videos on YouTube on how to do minor surgery?” I ask David. “No,” David says with a note of finality in his voice. “No?” “No, you may not do minor surgery on yourself.” “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t do minor surgery on myself.” David’s eyebrows rise as high as they…
Steve and Lola are looking out the kitchen’s east window. Staccato tails twitch back and forth in tandem – something is definitely up. I figure it’s our resident chipmunk taunting them from below the window. “What’s going on guys?” I ask, giving them both a scritch behind their ears before looking down. My hand cames…
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…
“You look like you’re having deep, introspective thoughts,” says David. We sit with Rissa, waiting for her first university tour. “Hmmmm…?” I am, indeed, lost in thought – imagining a future where my daughter is not a daily presence. “You’re looking very deep,” David continues. I snort. “What?” “All I can think now is that…
It might take a village to raise a child, but God forbid if you actually attempt it in North America. Parenting in the new Millennium seems to have taken on the Three Monkeys approach: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Parents have become myopic helicopters hovering over their children’s playgrounds, test scores…