“Do I really have to practice guitar, because my foot really hurts.” These are actual words that just came out of my 8-year-old’s mouth. I can’t see how one has anything to do with the other, and honestly wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but somehow
I sit in a chilly viewing room, among other parents, in an uncomfortable chair. Younger siblings climb on benches, amused by crayola markers and notebooks. Meanwhile, two teams of 8-year-olds practice their skills on the ice. Yesterday they were pitted against each other - enemies on the ice. Today they
I think so, considering I still have a crumbling pumpkin on my front step. It will be put in the compost tomorrow! But everywhere I go the shops are loaded with Christmas decorations so the temptation is strong to start decking those halls with all the sparkly lights. The main
It’s Sunday morning, so it’s a perfect time to be reminded of our sinfulness. Am I right?Full disclosure, I was raised Catholic – went to church weekly, attended a Catholic school – elementary AND high school, and for the first quarter of my life I didn’t really question
"Mummy, you know that Halloween is not just great for kids, it's also a treat for the squirrels," he said as he shifted the toppled, partially eaten pumpkin out of the front path. "Because of all the pumpkins they get to eat."My kid, putting a positive spin on life