I Hate Hockey Moms And Now I Am One
As everyone knows, hockey isn’t just a sport in Canada: it’s a cult, a national mistress, and an identity…
As everyone knows, hockey isn’t just a sport in Canada: it’s a cult, a national mistress, and an identity…
It wasn’t until I had children that I realized I should have been a teacher. No matter that I…
A new school year always puts me in mind of the sweet, toxic smell of freshly sharpened pencil lead;…
I am no Martha Stewart: Let’s get that out of the way right off the bat. As a teen…
When I moved out of my childhood home at 18, my parents lovingly packed away my kids’ books, with…
My three-year-old daughter’s pants are permanently on fire. She lies non-stop, often for no obvious reason, about pretty much…
If there was one certainty when I conceived a daughter one thing I felt rigidly, righteously inflexible about it…
My three-year-old daughter is the Mel Brooks of our family. If there’s an opportunity to fart loudly in public…
Weekday mornings have one alarmingly consistent feature around our house: me yelling. I don’t get up thinking, ”Today I…
”Mama, Ella said I’m a poo-poo head.” ”Mama, Ella said I wasn’t her friend anymore.” ”Mama, Ella said I’m…
Every time I turn around, there she is: the free-range kid. She’s a nice girl, a coltish 6-year-old with…
Hanging on my wall is a framed document from my childhood: a high-school report card. What’s frame-worthy about this…
I am not thin. I was not thin at 13, so chances are (and gravity being what it is)…
Competent. It’s a word I would not have hesitated to use to describe myself before I had children. I…