Wednesday, October 17, 2018
“How many of these could you possibly need?” my husband asked in an exasperated tone. Though he pointed in a general way at the plastic bins and packing boxes stacked on a shelf in the basement, I knew exactly what...
One of my friends announced good news the other day by posing her youngest daughter in a pink dress and with a sign that read: “Soon-to-be middle child. Good thing I can’t read yet.” Predictably, justifiably, people in our group...
Perhaps it’s envy, or maybe it’s a simple by-product of age, but I’ve grown weary of stories about kids hitting it big (important note: I am at the age where everyone younger than me is referred to as a...
Many, many things in education have changed, but one ritual that has remained the same, one that still elicits excitement among most kids and even some parents, is school supplies shopping. It’s lost its charm a bit over the years...
I have a friend who is very excited about her workplace. I don’t mean her employer (though she seems perfectly happy with that, too), I’m talking about the actual area where she sits to do her job. After reading...
Raising a child is the hardest job anyone can do, both physically and emotionally. It’s a giant, wonderful, amazing, steaming garbage dumpster of long hours and constant worry, self doubt, sleepless nights, stomach-churning ups and downs, in between wonderful...
Every once in awhile, usually on an aimless drive to kill a few hours, my husband and I will have a discussion about moving somewhere, somewhere with warmer weather (his preference), or where house prices are more affordable, or...
Are you in need of good news? Craving a story that will make your day? Hoping for a true-life anecdote to keep you smiling when the news is hard to watch? I am, especially with the current state of the...
I expect by next year I will retire a multi-millionaire. I will build a mansion on a hill in Craigmore, hire a full-time housekeeper, get myself some Blue Jays season tickets right behind the on-deck circle, keep an aesthetician...
It started with sticky fingerprints on my laptop screen. (I’m not sure how they got there or who was responsible; all I’m saying is that they looked small and there is only one person in this house who eats...
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