I’m currently suffering the “2-day post-shopping syndrome”. Perhaps you know of it? Symptoms: You stand in front of the open refrigerator, elbow crooked up on the door for extra comfort, and stare at the contents within. You only did the groceries two days ago, but already there are holes. All the ‘extras’, those ‘goodies’ you…
Yesterday I was in the city for a friend’s book launch. It took place at the ‘Paris’ end of Collins Street; a street, many of us will know, known for its high-end fashion stores. I admit, I was looking alright. As I walked out the door Adam said, “Damn – you look all arty!” [Please,…
All day Wednesday Keira had been walking around saying she, “Had a secret.” Which would be okay, I guess, except that she wouldn’t tell me what it is, kept deferring when she would tell me: “I’ll tell you after lunch.” “I’ll tell you after preschool.” “I’ll tell you when dad gets home.” This was all…
Riley as a newborn Riley at one year, 22 and 1/2 months Sweet sadness, it is. So young, yet not a baby anymore.
2001 was the last Christmas Adam and I spent apart with our respective families. His brother at the time was dealing with an unwanted litter of kittens. So he turns around and says to Adam, “Merry Christmas – have a cat!” And when I met up with Adam two days later, the first words he…
Back when I was frighteningly thin, I lost my period for about 18 months. Naturally I wondered if I would ever get it back again. True, I was so sick for a time that I revelled in my amenorrhea; because a lack of menstruation really, truly meant I must be thin. And that was a WIN! My (perverted) ‘hard work’…
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction. Virginia Woolf The above quote has become somewhat of a cliche. In fact, I’ve seen it trounced about in the papers twice in the past two weeks on various different subjects. Just exchange “Fiction” to anything from “scrapbooking” to…
Screw Hi-5 – we’re Charlie and Lola junkies now. This sweet twosome has invaded our house and, frankly, I couldn’t be happier. It all began when Adam gave the kids the DVDs for Christmas and ever since they have been on continual loop. So much so they’re already scratched and so when the picture freezes and…
When we were growing up, my mother would frequently complain about my father’s love of pruning and culling of garden plants. Not like she could talk – her hobby was propagating plants and then letting them languish in plastic pots until they died. She created them, because she could, but did not nurture them. But…
