It’s happening again.
Somehow another school year has rolled past, and this week we’re off again to Toronto, to bring Rachel home from her third year of college.
Third year! It hardly seems possible—wasn’t it only a few months back that Mitchell and I pulled away from the dorm at Humber for the very first time, partly sad and partly thrilled at this new phase of our lives? Continue reading
A year ago, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room, anxiously awaiting (as one does) news of my daughter, who was in her nth day of labour. I would have happily chewed my arm off, to relieve her of the pain of childbirth. I scribbled on my iPad that day, trying to keep myself busy, while waiting, worrying, and, well…weminiscing. Continue reading
The other day I read a mother’s plea on Facebook: “Hey, parents of that little asshole who keeps telling my kids Santa Claus isn’t real, could you get him to knock it off?”
Um, yeah. Sorry about that.
I think that might have been my son. Continue reading
Back when I was a new mother—my oldest child was 2 years old—I started back to university. That first year, I was enrolled in my first developmental psych course. As it turned out, I couldn’t have planned it better. Continue reading