The week before Christmas, I came across an article from Today’s Parent listing the top 12 indoor playgrounds in Toronto. I was like, cool! I checked out each one to see if any were close to my home. I noticed that most sites had a lengthy “Rules” section. I assumed this was going to be standard stuff, like […]Read more "Why Indoor Playgrounds are Exclusive Garbage Wastelands"
Why I’m Calling Bullsh*t on Miscarriages Why I’m Glad My Son Rides the ‘Short Bus’Read more "Oh Hi… Why don’t you read these? (You’re here anyways!)"
I am often posed the question, usually by strangers, of whether or not my son can walk. It’s not the question that gets me cooking: it’s the expectant, waiting faces that get me every time. The faces usually switch from hopeful to disappointed when I say “he used to walk.” It’s a bit awkward. In another dimension (possibly […]Read more "My Son Can’t Walk and That’s Fine With Me"
Alright, alright. So I made a big stink out of getting B-man into a City Summer Camp. I went through the whole process of applying for and obtaining a 1:1 support person (which included no fewer than 4 interviews and 7 sets of paperwork because apparently the City doesn’t own a photocopier). We got him his […]Read more "I Know Exactly How to Quit You, Camp"
1) Open your calendar. Gaze at those precious few weeks in July and August and try to find a 2-week block that delicately fits in between your kid’s multiple medical appointments. Clench fists while mumbling NOT ENOUGH WEEKS IN THE WORLD ANYMORE over and over. 2) Reserve four hours of uninterrupted alone time to read and […]Read more "How to register your disabled kid for camp in 12 easy steps"
Here is something funny I wrote for Bluntmoms.com: Hey Yoga Chick, I’m the Mom Who Just Ruined Your Savasana And to make your day even more special here are my favourite comments so far: “Get over yourself and find a new yoga instructor!” “This person clearly doesn’t “get” yoga and shouldn’t be doing it!” “This […]Read more "I am funny!"
My son, B-man or Bucky, depending on his mood, had just awoken from a 6-hour surgery. The surgeon comes to give us an adrenaline-fueled recap. I will never tire of hearing this part: He’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay. That pervasive melty feeling in my legs starts to fade. The […]Read more "That time my son impressed a nurse by asking for a pillow"