She is finally asleep, that little ball of energy, my spitfire. A half-dozen times, I have lost count now, my baby girl calls for me to do one thing or the other, always stalling for time. It is a battle, sleep does not come easy for her. I hear nothing for a glorious stretch of …
I am standing at the back of Coles book shop, my head buried in an interesting new read I have found tucked in between a few other books on discipline. The book happens to be Bringing Up Bebe, by Pamela Druckerman, her controversial book on how the French parent differently than their American counterparts. I …
Funny stuff kids said to me today (at school and at home): Me: “Little girl, I love your long hair. Did you ever cut it before? Little girl: “yeah, my mom cuts it with a knife (illustrates with a whiplash effect with her hand) And another… Me: “What does your Dad do?” Little Boy: …
I have a note crammed in my pocket. It is scribbled in black ink, penned with large sprawling letters. It was written in a hurry. That matters not to me. What matters is this: it was written. I grabbed lunch late today. As I opened a plastic grocery bag, inside which was my lunch, I …
Vignette #1: I arrive at school a bit before 9:00 p.m. I am having a bit of trouble finding my keys, but there they are, on the passenger seat. I gather an armload of muffins for tomorrow’s healthy breakfast selections, and I balance them with my free arm, as I slam the door shut with …