I was standing in line at Walmart when I first met old-man Joe. I call him Joe, by the way, because I honestly have no idea what his…
It was a cold day in December, and I had glorious visions of bonding with my three year old son over the time-honoured traditions of Christmas cookie-making. We…
As a writer, not only do I write, but I read. I read for my blog, I read for fun, and I read to improve myself as a…
I’m breaking the code of Mom here, divulging this top secret information. 1 – Burn any book that someone gives you about having a baby or being a…
When the Canadian Centre for Bioethical Reform descended on my town, I was appalled and dismayed. This was no doubt what they were after, emotionally-speaking. I’m pretty sure…
Secretly, there are days I want to be just like Mom. Oh, you think I mean my Mom? No, no. I’m referring to the trash-talking, purple-spandex-wearing, ruler-of-an-evil-empire Mom…
I’m good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, why can’t my less-immediate family be more supportive of me? I’m going through enough hell without you being concerned that…
(Confessions of a Carless Mom) Even before I was laid off from my job, my husband and I decided to downsize a vehicle. That vehicle was mine, and…
I have to admit, I scoffed when the whole “War on Christmas” thing broke into a media frenzy last year. Little did I know that Christmas was just…