I envisioned this tree while I was in the hospital in labour with my daughter. It was a Technicolor trip aided by a good ol’ snort of nitrous oxide (Woo Hoo!), which left me convinced that I had, without a doubt, graduated from Tree Hugger to Tree Whisperer.
I’m often told that my parents sound like they were very interesting people. I suppose they were. At least, they were interesting, if not a tad puzzling, to a neighbour of theirs one summer day many years ago. He had recently bought the house across the street from their place and had a perfect view […]
Norbert and O’Malley are ginger tabby cats. They don’t live with us, but it sure seems like it some days. One belongs to the neighbours next door and the other lives across the street. If you’ve got allergies this is the closest you can come to having cats of your own.
Now, these were no ordinary dance classes. Nay, nay, they were Highland Dancing lessons, Sword dancing, thank-you-very-much, which involved real swords (the best part) and bare feet.
When a group of teenagers goes off camping and faces a risky situation, our writer reflects on how often our mothers are right, darn it!
Kids often want their parents to be as “normal” as the neighbours appear to be, but sometimes its the eccentricities that turns kids into truly interesting adults.
Since when did assertiveness become a virtue? Isn’t it more virtuous to turn the other cheek than to stand one’s ground?