My oldest son has allergies to peanuts and tree nuts. Since he was about a year and a half old, we’ve been reading labels and keeping annual appointments with a pediatric allergist and watching – carefully and not without fear – as he endured biannual “peanut challenges.” We’ve filled prescriptions for the emergency medication commonly… Continue reading An Allergy Family Speaks Out
Don’t you know that the kids aren’t all, kids aren’t alright – Fall Out Boy, The Kids Aren’t Alright Last week, after a couple of sleepless nights following the news of 13-year-old Danny Fitzpatrick’s suicide, I tweeted a link to a Google form with the following question: “How Do Your Bullied Kids Feel About Going… Continue reading What Parents And Kids Want Us To Know About Bullying
I don’t know if science has established a timeframe in which mothers “outgrow” the damage to the brain caused by their children, but I can say here today that it might well be possible not to. Picture it: the A&W Drive-Thru. MomG* and my oldest son and my daughter were out with me to pick… Continue reading Mommy v. Brain
Another summer day, another heat warning in the city. We’re the oldest family here in this municipal wading pool: the twins at 13 and my nephew at 12. I’m soaking my feet and trying to keep the crew motivated, which largely entails redirecting my youngest son when he starts scooping up plastic boatloads of water… Continue reading Scenes From A Summer Afternoon
What do you get when you combine a love of dinosaurs and Pokémon GO? An evening of fun at the Canadian Museum of Nature, of course! The eight PokéStops and gym are busy busy busy. Thankfully, there’s free Wi-Fi and charging stations to help the trainers out. I had some luck with winning in the… Continue reading InstaBlog: PoGO and D-I-N-Os!
It wasn’t that long ago when I blogged about being pleased with the decision that Sesame Workshop made to include a young girl – albeit in puppet form – with autism as a member of the family. And that’s what I believed we all were, children of the ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s; in the eyes… Continue reading Bob, Gordon, and Luis Are People In My Neighbourhood
I don’t know if any photographs exist of me receiving a kiss on the lips from a family member when I was a kid, but you can bet if I track one down I am going to amend this blog post to include it. What’s she on about now? I’ll skip right to the point.… Continue reading In Defense Of Kissing Mothers