I listen to Paul Simon at least every other day lately, which is probably too often. My kids really like him. This forces me to think about him more than might be strictly speaking necessary. I’m easily irritated by him, and I’ve started wondering why. In doing so I’ve felt myself being pulled into the old script of Millennials versus Baby Boomers – a script that I usually try to ignore, but lately Paul Simon won’t let me. Continue reading
I feel the seasons so much more now that I have little kids. I’m also coming to understand seasonal rituals more as I get older. Continue reading
Nine years ago today my dad died. He is buried in a Jewish cemetery in Brattleboro Vermont, and for a handful of the years since he died, I have marked his passing by bringing bagels, coffee, and the Sunday New York Times to the graveyard and enjoying a leisurely newspaper brunch by his headstone. Continue reading
I’ve heard that people who are in polyamorous relationships use the word “processing” to describe the act of working out the inevitable (at least I think it would be inevitable — different topic for a different time though!) emotional drama that comes with doin’ polyamory. I may not be polyamorous, but I am Canadian. Continue reading
This Mother’s Day, celebrate your mom-friends with the greatest free gift a lady can give: A Youtube clip just for her, posted on her Facebook page! The days of Someecards have come and gone, but music endures. Here, in honour of this most hallowed of Hallmark Holidays, is a by-no-means exhaustive list of great odes to moms. There’s surely one for every mom on your list o’ friends. We’re aware that usually “mami” and “ma” aren’t literal addresses to a mother, but it’s Mother’s Day, so let’s chill out and pretend.
This list is ranked, painstakingly, from least to most essential to the mom-song canon.
No one wants to talk about their perineum. I guess it should come as no surprise, given that breastfeeding, that filthy practice, is too graphic for Facebook and Instagram. The part of a woman’s body where a baby actually comes from? Have mercy. I mean, there are “private parts,” and then there are private parts. Continue reading