Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
My best friend and I live in different states, and our kids are the same age. She has two boys, and I have a girl. We often discuss typical teenage issues, but I don’t tell her enough how much I admire her. She’s raising two respectful, intelligent, and well-rounded young men. I used to be... Continue Reading →
There is a country saying “There is something about that old boy I don’t like about myself”. It always makes me smile because watching someone be outraged at a total stranger’s behaviour can at times say more about the person than they actually want to give away. We have had decades of hearing things about... Continue Reading →
Years ago, I read a book by Ellen Degeneres, called My Point and I do have one. A collection of short funny essays one of which was called “Letter a friend”. The letter is an apology for a series of incidents at a party that started with her mistakenly getting two underage relatives drunk and... Continue Reading →
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 an especially dramatic child. In kindergarten I fell in love and it was your classic Romeo and Juliet story. At the age of 5, I announced to my mother that my class mate Toby and I were moving in together. I wasn’t asking her permission, just making her aware of my plans. Toby... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 