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L’espoire

“You should just start saving, Mama.”

“Saving?”

“Ya. For Paris.”

Let’s just clear something up here: I’m not going to Paris. Or rather, I’m not going to Paris anytime soon. I have, mind you, informed Rob that he is taking me to Paris for my 40th birthday, so he has precious more than 15 months […]

Magnolia

I adore spring. I know fall is most people’s favourite season, and I love a good whiff of woodsmoke while I’m crunching through leaves as much as the next girl. But there is nothing in any of the other seasons that approaches spring for knocking you over with the incredible gorgeousness that is life.

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Whiplash

How is it that the other day, after one of my oldest boy’s good days, I was all, Ya Neuroleptics? NO WAY. Not for my kid. We’re going with meditation practice, a little consultation with a therapist, and maybe some light-touch healing, and we’ll ride out the next few years. Then yesterday?

CAN WE BOOK […]

On practicing yoga in the hopes of fitting into someone’s suitcase

I have got to go somewhere. No honestly, anywhere. Rob recently came back from playing a jazz festival in Reading, Pennsylvania, and I was actually jealous. For Pennsylvania in March. (No offence, Reading; I’m sure you’re all kinds of lovely.)

It’s just that I always thought I’d be one of those people who traveled all […]

Computer Girl

I have an iPod. No YOU shut up. It is SO a big deal. Until last week, I was still calling them Walkmen, so the fact that I can even spell iPod is pretty darn exciting. Through the generosity or possibly pity of my friend Sandy, I am now the proud if slightly confused owner […]

Could morning shows just be, like, afternoon shows?

The paperback is out. Really. And in two countries too, two publishers, and for me, two publicists. Bit crazy, really, since last time around the book came out in Canada a year before it was published in the States, which meant I wasn’t trying to do promotion in two countries at the same time. ‘Course, […]

Take that, Ed.

The boys (that would be the big boys – they are “the boys”, Rory is either “the boy”, “the small” or “himself”) have been doing a unit on poetry in class lately, and actually quite liking it. Liam was all jazzed to bring in a book of mine of haikus that he loves, and they […]