Lately I feel like my brain is on holiday. I find myself wandering the supermarket unable to remember exactly what I'm supposed to be shopping for, reaching the end ...
Sometimes my parish priest starts mass by asking us to look around and introduce ourselves to one or two people we don't know. The exchanges that follow are ...
I am standing at my kitchen sink, gazing out the window as the afternoon sun dissolves into the sky. I am supposed to be peeling potatoes for supper ...
The Muddy Emotions Watching a Toddler in the Terrible Twos
Did you see that kid in the Wal-Mart a while back, the two-year-old flailing about red-faced and sobbing in the shopping buggy?He might have belonged to ...
A Young Mother Confronting the Hordes of Baby Products
I've never really been one for shopping, but after I learned I was pregnant with my first child, I started looking forward to all the impending trips to the malls and department ...
I'm relieved July 1 falls on a Tuesday this year, unattached to a weekend. It means, yay, that I won't have to mark the Canada Day holiday by accompanying my husband on a three-night excursion ...
My two-year-old presses his ear to the bulge that is my belly."She's not big enough yet," he informs me, his diagnosis delivered with tiny confidence."What will happen when she's big enough?" I ...
One weekend afternoon when I was a kid, the 1958 film The Blob came on TV. Maybe my mother shouldn't have let me watch it. That scene where the terrified crush of young ...
My father is never satisfied with the trees my mother hauls home from the gas station Christmas tree lot. Every year he produces the garden shears and goes about pruning. No one bothers trying to ...
Beyond Empty Calories to Real Spiritual Sustenance
Oatmeal is not a favorite food of two-year-olds. Mine wasn't too thrilled to see it arrive on the breakfast table this morning. He ate grudgingly, intermittent spoonfuls hitting the table and floor. I cajoled it ...
