I remember my first birthday as a single mom. It wasn't pretty. I ended up in the throes of a nervous breakdown. I was so overwhelmed with fear and sadness that it was impossible to contain my emotions. In the days leading up to my birthday, I remember sobbing uncontrollably. Dreading the day I … [Read more...]
Spy Versus Spy: How I Keep My Son On His Toes
My child is adorable but incredibly devious. He's clever, sneaky and I never see his brilliance coming. I've come to expect the unexpected raising him, and my life has been enriched for it. He's a secret agent of sass; for that and many other reasons, I love him. Take a couple weeks ago, for … [Read more...]
How Being A Mom Is Like Being In A Ke$ha Song
I have a confession to make. I love bubble gum pop. My boyfriend's tween daughters and I share the same taste in music and I'm not sorry at all. I find the music fun, energizing and above all, introspective. You see my life as a mom is a lot like a Ke$ha song. I'm always like Tik Tok, C'mon, … [Read more...]
To My Son On His 8th Birthday
My son is turning 8 years old this weekend and while there will be many presents to unwrap, I hoped to give him something he will never outgrow. Over time, toys will lose their appeal and clothes will shrink against his growing frame. I hope when the things we buy lose their relevance my words will … [Read more...]
Three Years Of Being A Single Mom And I’m Thriving
This month marks three years since I became a single mom. I'm not going to write a "poor me" blog, because the truth is, I'm not sad at all. I'm not even going to cry one single, salty tear in honour of the end of my marriage and this new, often terrifying, journey I've been on ever since. Of … [Read more...]
Raising Boys & Single Mommy Guilt
I recently attended a fundraising event for my boyfriend's daughter's school. It was a great night out for parents. We were all happy to dress up, get out, socialize and, oddly enough, talk about our kids. One thing that became apparent was that all siblings seem to bicker and fight. All boys are … [Read more...]
No Girls Allowed
"No girls allowed." That's what the sign said, propped up against the opening of my son's makeshift fort. He was curled up in there with his Chromebook, a lamp and a bowl of snacks. He was in his "boy cave", not to be disturbed under any circumstances. The sign was directed at me, obviously. I'm the … [Read more...]