Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
A few years ago, just after the Kid and I had attending the funeral of a friend, we started a new family tradition. He was the kind of guy who made the most out of life. We were sitting at a red light after the service and the song that they had played at the... Continue Reading →
I was 11 in my first year of high school. Even at that age I was, at best, an agnostic, but yet my favourite teacher was one of the Christian Brothers. It didn’t hurt his cool factor, that his biological brother was the vet on A Country Practice. He had asked that we present our... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 