Do you know how I know that summer is here? The dirt. I am a Mom of little boys. I am not making any gender claims here. I have no idea if this is the case with all kids, just boys, or just my kids, but BOY OH BOY do my boys get dirty! These…
Archives for June 2014
A Kid-Friendly Summer of Smoothies
Photo obtained under Creative Commons Licence from Lars Plougmann My husband is much more adventurous in the kitchen with my kids. Or maybe he just has more energy. Regardless, it is he who is always pulling out the blender, dragging the chairs to the counter, and letting the kids plop berries and bananas and ice cream…
Your Summer Watch List
While Netflix is great for the kids, let’s be real here Moms (and okay, you too Dads). One of the best parts about Netflix is that it can be watched on a plethora of devices. If the kids are in the television room and you need a break, you can always grab a show on…
Book Review: The Invention of Wings
I’m sitting here trying to write about Sue Monk Kidd’s novel, The Invention of Wings. I know that there is so much to write about. I know that someone could write whole essays on individual paragraphs of this novel. But sometimes, when a book is just this full and this powerful, all I want to do…
The Right Time
Dan has been telling me that I should run for office for years now. While I love watching the political system, I have never considered myself the right person for the job, for a number of reasons. Especially right now, my role as a young working mother persuades me to think that it is not the right time to…
Stepping Up – a Father’s Day Reflection
“We have a rule in our house,” said a female Member of the Nova Scotia Legislative Assembly at an event called Campaign School for Women that I was attending all weekend. “Whichever parent that is not in the middle of an election is what we call the P.I.C. – the Parent In Charge. The P.I.C. makes all the…
The Race to Start a Race Career
I remember my first race. I was so scared. I didn’t know where to stand. I didn’t know what to expect. Was I going to come in dead last? Was I going to make myself look like a dork? (Hint: I always look like a dork). My heart was beating fast and my palms were…