Wave the Stick

Inspired by Schmutzie , who created Grace in Small Things to "wage a battle against embitterment", I thought I'd take a secon...

Today was a very blustery day. What leaves remained on the trees after last Friday's windstorm were sent skittering across sidewalks all...

Yesterday we had dinner with HWSNBN's mom, my brother- and sister-in-law and their three kids, The Imp's "big cousins" who...

Apropos of nothing, the view from our dining room these days The lovely and supremely talented Catherine Jackson wrote a recap post ab...

Four years ago, I was sitting, surrounded by family and friends, at a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner, and it was everything I could do just ...

It's possible that no 15 minute increment of time all week is as jealously protected and keenly anticipated as the Sunday morning shower...

Cenotaph, Victory Square, Vancouver This is where I'll be this morning, to watch Vancouver's Remembrance Day ceremony. I go ever...

I've had a pretty intense month or so (see yesterday's October Tried To Kill Me post). Had the Cold Virus of Doom That Would No Go ...

So October kicked my ass. It knocked me down emotionally and physically. It was a hell of a thirty-one day stretch. I spent more time than...

In the early days of my relationship with HWSNBN, we were sitting around my apartment one evening, and I was playing music for him, some on ...

On Sunday, as I was sitting at my desk sorting paperwork (my least favourite part of running my own business ) The Imp brought me a lovely t...

Warning: cringe-inducing earnestness ahead. If you're looking for cynicism, click away. You'll not find it here. My 40th birthd...

As I mentioned in my last post, I've been thinking a fair amount about why I blog. I've attended blogging events, learned a lot abou...

Mere seconds after The Imp first graced us with his presence The Imp turns one, and there is much rejoicing Celebrating The Imp's seco...

Yesterday was a spectacular day - sunny and warm, and we spent a chunk of it at the playground, where The Imp learned that running headlong ...

My sister-in-law is celebrating her 50th birthday today. I'm the designated birthday-cake-maker in the family, so this morning I was up...

We really are all about the hats in this family

“Your rack is shrinking.” Said my husband, the poet, the other night as I was undressing for bed. And it’s true. The Boobs of Doom, we named...

I have started and deleted this post a half-dozen times. I lack the skill to convey what I want to say. Tuesday, via Twitter, I learned for ...