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Glass half “Get Outta My Yard!”

We’d ventured outside on a hot day with a mission: to investigate the creek behind our house and find what treasures it held. By treasures, I mean crayfish, minnows, bugs. The kids were beyond excited, as we were going to forage into the unknown, armed only with a...

Cars for the Uncool

I am “agitating” for a new car. At least that’s what my husband says, and I think that is the perfect word for it, as in, an itch that is irritating and omnipresent and bothersome. Do I need a new car? That depends. If I am to get any trade in value...

Get Lost!

Sorry about the silence, I was off on an adventure….travling to London with the kids. We had tons of fun, and more tube rides for our money than I thought possible. And I knew that I wouldn’t get lost anymore, because everything has GPS and if you need directions,...

Wake: A Definition

  My son and I discuss the double meanings of words all the time. The word that came up this day was wake: leaving someone in your wake, the wake of a wave, a wake relating to death.  “A wake is sort of like a party for the dead person,” I said.  He looked at me,...

Yellow means…Stop.

It was just a gentle “toot toot,” and nothing more, but it almost got us killed. In Vancouver, in order to make a left turn you must foist yourself on the mercy of oncoming traffic; you let the light turn yellow, and sheepishly scurry to the other side while cursing...

Pointing the finger. No, the other finger

I was perusing the gossip magazines while going through the grocery queue, the ones you only read when you’re stuck in line (and at the hairdressers). You feel really guilty about it too, because you know you’ve actually killed a few brain cells digesting the news of...