Yesterday, when we were down the street for a walk, I was leading Keira by the hand over the pedestrian crossing, pushing Riley in the pram, when this woman tore around the corner in her little white Barina and barrelled through, without even slowing down. Luckily, Keira and I had almost stepped off it, so…
Adam loves Keira’s etch-a-sketch more than she does. Last night he doodled this: Me: Oh, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Which one is this?Adam: Uh… (thinks)…I can’t remember.Me: It’s Raphael.Adam: No, I don’t think so…Us simultaneously: Well, it can’t be Michelangelo, because he had nunchuks and he is everybody’s favourite, so that one’s easy.Adam: I think…
They look nice, don’t they? Except in making these I remembered why I don’t like packet mixes and would rather cook food from scratch. The icing sachet, when it came to making that part, was white, which I thought odd, as it was pink on the packet. So I mixed in the teaspoon of water…
“I’m sitting here eating a bowl of premium choc-chip icecream, which I don’t especially want, but it temporarily distracts me from the distresing fact that I’ve just heard Riley cry himself to sleep for the sixth night in a row. He is slowly – very slowly – getting better, but his night time going to…
Dear Me (May 1997), Clearly, middle school is awesome. At least for now. That feeling will fade quickly, and the acceptance you’re feeling right about now will wane when you fall back into your old insecurities. Before you say anything, you’re not ugly, you’re not anorexic and you’re not weird because you couldn’t cross the…
Riley’s fever finally broke yesterday – after four straight days. I’d had a doctor’s appointment for this morning but decided to keep it anyway, just in case. So, this morning, as I’m dressing Riley I notice a bad rash around his ears and neck. I thought it was excema rearing its ugly head again. At…
Dear Me (June 1994), Hey, congratulations on graduating high school. I suppose there wasn’t really any doubt, but it seemed touch and go there for a while in junior high school (Attempted suicide at 14? Ahead of the curve a little, wouldn’t you say?). And now it’s on to college, or as some call it,…
The “Dear Me,” Project Have you ever wished you could go back in time? That if you could, you’d warn yourself not to date that man, or wear that outfit or hairstyle? To look after yourself better? To be kinder to yourself or others? What did you learn from these experiences? What can others learn?…
Who needs Goals? Most of us, it would seem. It is a word I often use, but, honestly, ‘goal’ is such an arbitrary word, often abused in the attempt to sound driven and energetic. For example, it was my goal this morning to write this piece out on my back deck, with Keira to play…
