Dreaming of Paris

Lately, I have been dreaming of Paris. It’s not your typical “I need to escape my reality” type dreaming.  I dream of a happier life and a wish come true.  A softer reality finally come to fruition…for someone else.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now don’t get me wrong.  If my life looked differently than it does, or if I had chosen a different path, I’d love to be in France myself.  Italy. ...

09.11.01

Midnight.  Another anniversary of 09/11 over.  What could I possibly say that would add anything to today’s conversation?  Of course I remember it.  Of course I was impacted by it.  Who of us will ever forget the images we saw on television, the words heard over and over on our chosen television or radio stations.  It was surreal, and remains so to this day. I have been reading snippets all day of people sharing where...

The hubby, the cabbie and the shimmy

If you’re joining me for the first time, I would strongly advise scrolling down and reading the previous post (one, because then you’ll know why I’m talking about cab drivers, and two, because it has a bunch of f-bombs in it.  Oh, yes it does.)  For those of you who enjoyed the story of my son exploring some very grown up language for a few days after my hubby’s livid exchange with a cab driver,...

Mommy, I want to talk about the word F—

The funny thing is that I didn’t go spontaneously deaf, which is what I had thought might happen if I ever I heard my young son say this word aloud.  Maybe it was because this wasn’t the first time. Rewind a few days.  My husband, four year old son and I are driving downtown in rush hour traffic.  G is chattering away in the back, vying for attention, we’re all hungry and on edge.  Let’s just say the vibe isn’t...

Must read book for moms!

Catherine Newman’s book Waiting for Birdy has become one of my all time favourite books.  Newman used to write for a magazine I liked called Wonder Time.  I stumbled across this book in the parenting section of my bookstore one day, recognized her name and bought it.  I adore it.  It’s been in my possession for just over a year, and in that time I have read it probably half a dozen times.  As soon as I...