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Young hearts run free

  Teaching mama and baby yoga has had me questing to discover the best yoga postures for energy. Because sleep is hard to come by when mothering a baby. I’ve learned that back bends, twists and deep breathing can help. Inhale. Exhale. And time apart. Which is why I’m camped out at my local independent coffee shop. …

What my parents taught me about money

Chokers are back in style. The jewelry, not the fetishists. Although I wouldn’t know which fetishes are hot right now. I googled “fetish trends” and it’s just too much. Something about laying alien eggs inside yourself. I went to the bank and opened an investment account to save for baby F’s education. Banks are so …

Don’t panic 

It’s evening in paradise. Today I stood by the ocean, reading the “beware of the rip tides” signs and observing the plentiful red warning flags,  and thought: so stunning and so dangerous. Nature’s paradox. There were instructions posted on what to do if you were swept out to sea. 1. Don’t panic!  Followed by a …

So long sweet summer

And just like that, the summer comes to an end. Those who will get tanned have done so. Those who will have barbecues, go waterskiing, see outdoor concerts, go to the zoo and have picnics have done so. There’s a nip in the morning air, like clockwork. I like to think I was the first to know …

Going shoeless

This summer has been unlike any other summer. Thanks to caring full time for baby F, my schedule is pretty flexible. It’s been almost a decade since my family sold their cottage in Muskoka, but I find myself freshly missing it. I romanticize it – boiled hotdogs on the front patio, squatting to pee behind trees as a …

Clarify your purpose

An unlikely event: I bought Oprah’s Best Advice Ever book at Dollarama. It was a steal at three dollars. Dollarama is a dangerous place full of wonders. A discerning shopper can save a lot of money there. Anyone else is apt to waste money (albeit in small amounts) on junk. Ever since this, I’ve been ruthless …

Goodnight laundry (a bedtime story)

Parenting today was letting my teething four month old gnaw on my knuckles. And sleep on my body like I was a piece of furniture. Four short months ago, baby F was literally part of my body.  Attached, inside. No wonder we are connected, no wonder she regards my appendages as comfortable infrastructure for her …