Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Do you have a child between the ages of seven and “I-stopped-counting-after-the-third-candle”? Did you also make the huge mistake of giving them access to electricity? Do you provide opportunities for that child to have social contact with other human life forms? Do they shout random terms like “Butter!” and “Creeper Lava Diamond Pig!” even before …
When I became a mother I knew the role would require me to fulfill certain tasks, but I never realized how it would be a full-time job keeping my children satiated. Children everywhere around me appeared to be hungry at all times and it was a given that I should prevent my kids from understanding …
Summer camp is like orthodontic care: it’s a great idea in theory; it can change a child’s life; and it is very, very expensive. So, if you are like me (read: poor ) I sympathize. As much as I’d love to send my kids away to the wild north woods of Ontario for several fun-filled …
I hate food. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but it’s true. (I wouldn’t put myself in the overweight category, but I don’t look like I’ve missed many meals.) I don’t have an eating disorder, I have a FOOD disorder. I hate deciding what to cook, I hate shopping for it, preparing it …
I love watching young parents taking their toddlers to dance, soccer, gymnastics and hockey. They are so completely adorable in their ignorance. I can’t help but smirk, er, smile I mean, when I see them beam at their little darling in their team uniform. They really have no idea what awaits them once they have …
For years I’ve listened to moms I know tell me of their homework woes. They would share the frustration of hours upon hours spent doing homework with their children. I’ve always been respectful, I mean, this is after all their child, but inside I always viewed these statements with bemusement and confusion. Occasionally I would …
I am forty-four years of age and my dad has still not admitted to me that there is no Santa Claus. It has been a bit of an ongoing thing with us for the last thirty-five years or so, when I first started to question the existence of the jolly old elf. I would needle …
In my mind my exit is dramatic. In a final fit of frustration I shutter my blog, write a goodbye on sites I freelance for and exit with a “take this job and shove it” finger in the air. It’s a thing of beauty. Except that the job I’m shoving is of my own creation. …
