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Tag Archives: Fresco
There is Always A Bright Side, which Doesn’t Help When You Have a Headache
My car is dirty, inside and out. It is silver-coloured, and it drives through mud sometimes and we don’t have a big yard to run a hose through so I can’t wash it by hand but have to take it … Continue reading
Shakira the Labour Fairy
When I was in labour with Trombone, at some point I got the song “Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira in my head. I have no idea why. I am not a Shakira fan, per se; I don’t own any Shakira … Continue reading
The Kitchen of Brotherly Love
These are challenging days in our house, in the area of siblinghood. Four-and-a-half is a creative, powerful, volatile, and angry age. Two-and-three-quarters is sweet and delightful and stubborn. Almost-thirty-seven and Almost-thirty-nine are tired and cranky. Year of the Rabbit, age … Continue reading
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Notes From Mother’s Journal: Toast
5:50 am: Wake up. Get out of bed. Dark. Raining. Again. 5:55: Stare at my computer for half an hour, waiting to be inspired by something. Anything. Write half a bad poem about darkness and rain. 6:40: Come downstairs. Check … Continue reading
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Hockey Mom-dom Looms
This month’s preschool field trip was to the ice rink. Trombone was EXCITED. Wow. Skating. We have never been ice skating. “I am going to go so fast!” he said, every day this week, “I am going to go SOOOOO … Continue reading