After I published last week’s post, I received an email from my Uncle Nick with a tsk tsk emoticon wagging its finger at me. “You lazy girl! You had your son write half your blog this week,” Nick admonished. If you recall, my post had…
When I became pregnant in 1993, I desperately wanted a girl. I was ecstatic when my obstetrician predicted from the fetus’ fast heartbeat that I was carrying one. I cried with gratitude. I bonded early with my daughter-to-be. I named her Hayley, after a character…
I have kept one big fat secret from my husband for more than 30 years. Whenever it looks like the conversation is wading into dangerous territory, I masterfully change the subject. I have hidden the evidence (being married to a criminal lawyer has its advantages)….
If you are looking for more signs of an impending apocalypse, Playboy’s decision to stop publishing nude photos has got to be one. I know many men (and some women) say they only read Playboy for the articles (and indeed writers like Margaret Atwood, Gabriel…
9:30 a.m. Vaughan, Ontario I arrive with Jessie at the veterinary surgeon’s. A kind-looking assistant leads her to the back to prepare her for the operation to repair a ruptured ligament. My canine daughter starts to whimper for me. I want to run to her,…
I have had the best week. This week has reminded me why I love my life. It’s not that I don’t love my life other weeks, but you know how it is—one load of laundry too many and I’m feeling all Cinderella-like (but with a…
I just got home from my first ever journalism class. God, even writing that sentence makes me feel lighter, like I’ve just shed 30 pounds—sort of like one pound for every year I’ve been away from university since graduating in the 1980’s. At nineteen, I…
My friend “Devon” told me something unexpected at lunch the other day. In hushed tones (we were near his place of work), he told me that he and his wife were seeing a marriage counselor. His revelation surprised me. I believed him to have a…
Back in May, I was like a kid waiting for guests to arrive for her birthday party. My two sons were coming home from university for the summer. And now, swoosh, the summer is gone, and my kids are flying the coup again. This is…
A few weeks ago I wrote a post about how more and more women are opting to gamble on themselves rather than stay in a marriage well past the best-before date. I referred to the famous quote “A woman needs a man like a fish…