I am an Adult but I’m Not a Grown Up

I am an adult. I have kids, a job. I pay bills and do laundry and sign permission forms. If┬áthe hot water heater is broken, I have to call the plumber, buy a new one. If there are mice in the house (and ugh, there are indeed mice in my house) I have to figureContinue reading “I am an Adult but I’m Not a Grown Up”

What do you mean, you’re leaving?

I think I have a problem with living too much on paper. Once, when I was in Grad school and my children were 6 and 4 years old respectively, I saw an empty space in my calendar. I had class Monday to Friday morning, and my husband’s vernissage that night as well as an invitationContinue reading “What do you mean, you’re leaving?”

Parent Presence Required: Something has to give

I have come to a hard conclusion in these last couple of months. It has come after banging my head against the wall, lamenting my lack of time to devote to my writing. Predictably, this has only resulted in a large mental bruise (I wasn’t literally banging my head against the wall- I’m no masochist.)Continue reading “Parent Presence Required: Something has to give”

"Mom, I’m going to the mall" and other tales of metamorphosis

My oldest has been going through a strange metamorphosis since the last week of August, the first week of school here in La Belle Province. Although it isn’t complete yet (these delicate matters take time) it is well under way. High school has been good to her so far. At least, the one she isContinue reading “"Mom, I’m going to the mall" and other tales of metamorphosis”

The Art of Ignoring your Child’s Displeasure

This past Christmas holiday, I spent two weeks at home with my family. We had nothing planned, nothing we had to do – in all it was the perfect vacation. And no, we didn’t get sick of each other or wish we could go back to school or work. No, we were not bored. AllContinue reading “The Art of Ignoring your Child’s Displeasure”


How much of living is just plain drudgery? This question was forefront in my mind as I, squeezed into my daughter’s desk, sat through another 2 hour meeting at the school. Now don’t get me wrong- this meeting was nowhere near as painful as those of yesteryear. It involved a few students from my daughter’sContinue reading “Drudgery”

Getting off the fence

Being a parent means that you have to get off that comfortable picket fence (the one with the white pickets impaling your ass) and choose a side. It starts as soon as you are pregnant.Doctor or midwife? Breast milk or formula? Cloth or disposable? Then, when they are babies and toddlers you have to decideContinue reading “Getting off the fence”

Conversation with my daughter about charity

Yesterday I went for a walk with my children. We were on Ave. Mount-Royal, a crowded, funky street with lots of cafes and stores. Right in the middle of this oasis of funky consumerism is a church with a shelter for the homeless. At least I think it is a shelter (it just might beContinue reading “Conversation with my daughter about charity”