Dear mum

I'm thinking of you today. I'm not sure why this bright winter day brings you to mind, but maybe it's a confluence of two things I've read. The first was "Dear Fatty", by Dawn French - her memoir, written as a series of letters to people she knows and loves. We never shared Dawn -…

Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare

I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…

Father’s Day, or one more day I know I’m an orphan

There once was a father names Chris Whose puns would so often miss He'd tell them, we'd moan He'd tell more, we'd groan It's strange how I wish he still did this... My dad, my superhero, passed away the Christmas before my first child was born. He never got to enjoy his grand kids or…

Motherless daughters and sons…or why I avoid card shops in May

I might have said before about how much I hate Mother's Day. First, I hate it cos I always review how I coulda, shoulda, woulda been a better mother. It's kind of like New Years Day resolutions with no way for recovery. I mean, I tried to be a good mum - I used to…

When love goes awry…

“And you know what? To protect my kids, I’d lie, too. I’d lie on a stack of Bibles.” Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013/02/11/130211fa_fact_keefe#ixzz2K2jZqwHp This story is about a woman who murdered all of her colleagues, supposedly over tenure at a university. And about the "accident" years earlier, where she shot her brother, killing him. It's a fascinating story,…

Oh, Lance, Lance…

Way back when I was still married, my young son spent an entire summer getting up at before dawn hours to drag his comforter into the den and curl up and watch the Tour de France. He watched every stage, knew about all the riders, the speed challenges, the mountain climbing. He was so inspired,…

Mental Health Days

Before I went back to work, when I was spending my days playing with my kids and doing seemingly endless piles of laundry and arbitrating fights and driving people all over the place, every once and awhile, I'd see that we were getting stressed to the max with school and other commitments. So I'd give…

Mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters on and on and on

So here comes another Mother's Day, and with it the maelstrom of feelings that are associated with this Hallmarky "holiday". I have a hate-hate relationship with Mother's Day. When I was a kid, it was a day when I would try to connect with my mother, unsuccessfully. I always did something minimal for Mother's Day…

Big brown…

Big brown bear, blue bull, beautiful baboon, blowing bubbles biking backwards... (The Berenstain's B Book) Jan Berenstain is no more - she passed away today. I don't know of any author who had more of an influence on my kids when wee little. We used to say all the words to the B Book when…

Praising the dog

Way back in being-a-parent-to-three young kids land, I went to a lot of parenting classes. We won't say what it was about those three young kids that led me to parenting classes, but let it suffice that there were at least two occasions where I put them out of the car on the side of…