I’ve been trying to get fit(ter). For about 40 years now. I’m a slow learner. I do yoga about twice a year, which is just slightly less than I exercise. Lately when I do yoga poses, I feel not-so-limber. Kind of like Lego. In fact, doing yoga when you’re in your 40s is a lot like […]
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I like wooden things: tables, desks, trees. Sometimes even toothpicks if I have corn-on-the-cob stuck in my teeth. (Clarification: The kernels, not the cob, though I suppose I might need a toothpick—or a pickaxe—if I got an entire cob stuck between my teeth.) And now I also like wooden watches. Who knew? Not I, until […]
Easter looks different—perhaps even better—when your kids are older, not passing out in parental-induced sugar comas. This past weekend, I found myself remembering Easters of years past. There was the time (last year) when the Easter Bunny hid chocolate eggs in the dishwasher … and I discovered this after the 140-Fahrenheit water ran through it. This year, […]
It’s my fifth annual list of the Worst Toys of the Year. I wish my job of selecting these was getting harder, but it remains as easy as making fun of a Kardashian. Here, then, are the Top 7 Worst Toys of 2014: [soliloquy id=”7846″] What do you think? What are this year’s worthy toys? horrific […]
I’m not sure what possessed me to don a partial Batman suit. My children’s future therapists can figure that out. But, late as always, I decided to partake in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, not only because Clay Morgan challenged me to, but also because my paternal grandfather died from ALS. Watch it. Then donate. […]
One hundred years ago today, one of my favourite men was born: Walter William Rasmussen. My grandpa is the namesake of my son, William Walter; the patriarch of all things witty; and my connection to Norwegian heritage and baseball. At his funeral nearly seven years ago, one of my cousins recalled how Grandpa was the first person […]
A while ago, author Janie Chang invited me to participate in Tour de Blog, but grading exams kept me from accepting. Last week, another awesome and talented writing friend, Bradley Somer, asked and I accepted since I’m on summer holidays. The Tour de Blog event invites Canadian authors to answer four questions. Please click on […]
I never expected to enjoy the publication of my debut picture book, The Change Your Name Store, as much as I have. I kind of expected it to be like hosting a dinner party. You spend relentless hours preparing and then it’s over before you manage to take the battery out of the blaring smoke […]
When I haven’t done something for a while, I temporarily lose my confidence. Take going to the gym. I haven’t done that since George Bush (guess the middle initial) was POTUS. Take sleeping. As someone who has experienced insomnia, one bad sleep can make me freak out more than Gwyneth Paltrow does around cooked vegetables. And take […]
Yesterday, I received this text from my husband: Then, the grand opening, in which I almost stabbed my eye out with scissors: Vivian looked for her name (and found it!) William proudly pounced on the eight feet of bubble wrap until I threatened to shred it. Chris laughed at my kindergarten-author photo, which is me […]