Childbirth is my extreme sport.
This time, from other people. Collaborating with a 4-year-old. My posthumous advice for my daughter. How to talk to little girls.
Dear Realtor, I am not a bad mother because I did not put a hat on my baby’s head for the three seconds it took for us to get from the car to the front door of the house you are trying to sell. It means that you are a terrible agent. If this is […]
The lady was aghast. “Bad momma!” she said to me. Now I was aghast. Was she serious? Teapot and I had been grocery shopping. At the checkout, a lady had stopped us to say hi to Teapot. Then she’d caught sight of Teapot’s stroller buddy: Black Bunny. And she was beside herself with horror. “Bad […]
I was in grade 11. Marketing, of all classes. The teacher was one of those off the cuff types: adlibbing his way through another class, leapfrogging from one topic to another that did not necessarily have anything to do with business, advertising or selling things. One day, he sat at the front of the class on one […]