I thought I was the cool mom. I thought wrong. Sure, I’m a tad strict and I sometimes over-react. But still. I wear the coolest t-shirts around. I can dab. I can kinda/sorta floss. Oh yeah – and I’m hilarious. Lately, I’ve discovered just how un-cool I am. In fact, I’m apparently a downright, straight-up embarrassment.…
My middle grade/young adult novel, The History of Hilary Hambrushina, deals in part with bullying at a junior high school and was inspired by my own experiences. Although I’ve often been teased, more or less good naturedly, for being different, I’ve experienced only two distinct periods of behaviour that I would define as bullying: persistent,…
I felt like putting together a post compiled of bad dates. And so people I know and people I don’t know eagerly sent me their bad date experiences to include. I’m happy to report that they are awkward; they are rude; they are weird; they are downright awful. They are even – at times –…
Hockey season is in full swing once again with kids of all ages and sizes skating their little hearts out – while many a parent sits in the stands clutching desperately onto their own pipe dream of their child making it big in the NHL. A new season means a new crop of players, a…
According to my oldest daughter – I’m a complete and utter embarrassment. So-called for a mixed-bag of unintentional and somewhat deliberate reasons. Case in point: my wardrobe (who knew that t-shirts emblazoned with Scott Baio could reap such mortification), my naturally greying hair, my inevitable progression in years (both very much unintentional); or the time…
I’m always on the hunt for hacks – anything to make my life easier – to save time, money, effort, my sanity. Once in a while, I’ll come across something in an online search and after trying it out – will realize it’s a bit of a dud. But that’s not the case with the…
It’s been two Christmases without Aunt Pat – which means it’s been two Christmases without Aunt Pat’s inevitable January email aptly entitled “Merry Bitchmas”. In this email, she would vent unabashedly about all the petty annoyances that had plagued her throughout the holidays: the lineups at the mall, the overcooked turkey, the chipping of favourite…
