This is not really about race. This is more about being Anglophone.I'm quite accustomed to being one of the only people of colour in and about my daily life. For years and years, now... in fact, it would be weird to be any different than this. I am perfectly comfortable.And being as I live in a … [Read more...]
The Way They Play – Part VII
The TV room turns from comfortable viewing room with books and toys into a pit of mass destruction in a nanosecond, with the small child in the house. She can trash a room like nobody's business, yo.As I have a walk through, picking up toys, dressing naked dolls, and re-shelving strewn books, I … [Read more...]
On Crappy Customer Service and Other Dealings With Humans.
One of my pet peeves is bad service. Be it in restaurants or hotels or shops... I just don't like it. I know I'm not alone here - no one does.And let me assure you - in my lifetime, I've been on the other end. I've walked a mile in the other person's shoes. I've been a waitress. I've worked in … [Read more...]
Lost Soles.
Two weeks ago, while in the midst of hosting houseguests and getting prepared to head to the cottage the following week, I suddenly realised I had nothing for Martin's upcoming birthday (which we were to celebrate while away) so I ran downtown to forage for some kind of gift.And while I was out, I … [Read more...]
The Way They Play – Part VI
I went downstairs to get some laundry sorted out the other day... I couldn't have been gone more than 15 minutes. When I got back upstairs, I found this:Me: Um... what the hell is all this, then?She: They're stepping stones.Me: *incredulously* They are?!She: Yes. I need them so I won't get burned by … [Read more...]
Almost There…
Yesterday was the last day of summer vacation of Oliver, which was a typical Monday, but with the extras of a rather long laundry list of things that needed to be purchased or get done before the start of school. I sorted clothes and summer things around the children, who spent much of the day … [Read more...]
Sometimes Re-entry is a Bitch.
Oh, the summer wind-down is (finally) here... but instead of feeling the lazy-hazy dog days of summer, I feel in a rush to get on track for school, which starts for Oliver on Tuesday, and for Madame, who goes back the day after Labour day, as god intended. (I mean, really! Back-to-school in August … [Read more...]
Even My Gunk is Glamourous
It's been a hell of a week around these parts, starting last Friday with a visit from my sister and her friend, with a handful of some good Toronto friends, plus a few of my friends, and all while Martin was away on a solo fishing trip for the weekend. There were many late nights, filled with … [Read more...]
On Anxiety and Adolescence: The Bald Truth About My Brows
I've very casually slipped that fact that I have to pencil in my eyebrows at least a few times, like here, and over here... and lots of ladies everywhere require the aid of a pencil or a little powder to just fill in our brows so they'll appear more full or more even. Some people have fair … [Read more...]
Mirror, Mirror…
The other day, Oliver said, "I think we have too many mirrors, mum." I swiftly shot my finger into the air and cried, "NEVER!!"I've mentioned before that we live in a pre-war Victorian row house, which is characteristically long, narrow, and dark in the middle section - most of the windows are in … [Read more...]
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