Writer, Freelancer, Curator of Funnies.
As I get older, I find myself thinking a lot more about my community. I own a home now and have a toddler daughter; I pay more attention to what goes on in my neighbourhood, in my town. I wish it wasn’t true, but I never gave a lot of[…]
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I am going away for the weekend, and my bestie is pitching in to watch my toddler while my husband works his night shift. Over drinks last week, we agreed it would be awesome if I put together a little manifesto on what looking after her looks like. And, obviously[…]
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I have a confession to make: we let our toddler stay up late with us on New Year’s Eve and I did not love it. I love my kid. I love to be with her, to hang out, and take her places. When she is with me, she is my[…]
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The Terrible Two’s. The Tiny Tyrant. The Two-nager. It doesn’t matter in the least if your ‘two-ness’ is in the past or happening right now; those words bring up definite feelings of dread, anxiety, fear, and not a small desire for vodka and soda. My tiny terror is a smart, horrid, fierce,[…]
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My two-year old is wise beyond her years. She has almost perfected her grasp of sarcasm, and I think we are on the brink of a beautiful eyeroll. I am the proud parent (owner? manufacturer?) of what I refer to, with the utmost affection, as my little two-chebag. I adore[…]
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