Tag Archive | parenting

How to Remember

My son, like many eleven year old boys, loves to play “army guys” and “war”. Would his interests be different had he been our son from a younger age, rather than adopted at the age of eight? Who knows. This weird boy games/girl games stuff seems to be everywhere so he may not have been […]

In Praise of Steves

Our old neighbourhood had a giant, yearly garage sale. The first garage sale after the kids joined our family was spent hanging out with our neighbours, trading our junk for other people’s junk and generally loving our awesome little East Van clan. Once we’d sold off most of our stuff, we took the kids for […]

Hey lady, you lady

I’ve had the song I’ve Been to Paradise by Charlene in my head most of the day. Why? No idea. Now there is a strong possibility I’m overthinking the lyrics but they are really getting my goat. When the popular version of the song was released in 1982 I was 12 years old and it […]

Waiting to Inhale

I’ve been trying to put on my own oxygen mask. You know how they say that in the safety announcements at the beginning of a flight; put your own mask on first before you try to help others. Even before you help your own child. Well, I’ve been taking a new approach to parenting and […]

Gramma Damma-isms

When she was alive, my mom used to drive me crazy by calling things by a slightly wrong name or mispronouncing certain words. Examples included Bread Basket instead of Bread Garden, guac-a-mall-ee instead of guacamole, and other enraging violations. I know, I know, it’s petty. Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think it […]

Just Checking

When your kid yells that it’s not fair that you can swear but she can’t, the correct response is to scream, “TOO FUCKING BAD, I’M AN ADULT!” Right?

Happy Mother of Adopted Older Children Day

It’s Mother’s Day. And, frankly, I wish it weren’t. Partly because my Mum is dead and I wish she weren’t. And partly because I feel nothing resembling appreciated on this day set aside for appreciating mothers. It’s unfortunate timing, is all. Maybe tomorrow things will be better. Undoubtedly things will be better another day. But […]