When I was a child, my grandfather taught me how to build a house of cards. One by one, I carefully…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Once bitten
The slap didn’t hurt, but the smear of blood across my skin was a sure sign of victory. He…
Art matters
Everyone likes music. Whether it’s country, jazz, opera or good old rock ‘n roll, music…
Existential mom crisis
No other decision in my life has prompted repeated episodes of existential crisis quite like my…
Rumour mill
We’ve all done it. We’ve all talked about someone behind their back. We’ve shared…
May two-four
Well hello there long weekend. You’re looking good. Pour me a cool drink and let’s move…
Apprenticeship
Perhaps this is old-fashioned, but in our household there is a clear division of work. It’s a…
Batter up
The family that plays together, stays together. That was my theory and the inspiration behind my…
One star at a time
“It was in Bobcaygeon, where I saw the constellations reveal themselves one star at a…
Parenting lessons
In honour of Father’s Day, I have drafted a brief essay: “Things the Carpenter taught…
Growing up
Despite the fact that I only graduated like 10 years ago (what? It could be true), I am suddenly…
July, baby
Welcome to the best month in the calendar year. I’d like to point out that two incredible…
Define ‘work’
The Carpenter and I have very different careers and as such, we have different definitions of the…
Spot on
Resisting change is something I excel at. But as I add another year to my time on this planet,…
Happy non-campers
It turns out, I don’t like camping. I found this out the only way possible: I took my kids…