So apparently Kim Kardashian has been saying - or, rather, tweeting - some silly things about breastfeeding. You know,the usual stuff: ew, some woman has her boobies out, she should cover up, yuck, blech,...
Sure, I have body issues, and I sometimes get a little bitchy about that. But! If my boobs can move the earth (that is what a quake is, yes?) then hell yeah, I'll flash...
Before I had children, I was deeply discomfited by the idea of breastfeeding. Neither pregnancy nor childbirth alarmed me - both would be uncomfortable, I figured, and the latter would involve some extreme measure...
I don't have anything personal against Monday. It's not like Monday's ever done anything to me that she - oh, don't give me that, you know Monday's a she - hasn't done to every...
Husband: "So, that whole thing, earlier this week? That made you a little crazy, didn't it?"Me: "Yeah. Kinda."Husband: "Why? Why did it bother you so much?"Me: "-------?"Me: "-------."I tell stories for a living. Mostly,...
WestJet - as you know if you saw the addendum to my last post - finally had something to say about the flurry of letters (including one from me) and posts concerning their policies...
It was the kind of thing that would have outraged me, had it happened any other day, any other week. It was the kind of thing that would have had me out of my...
Yesterday, I took my brood to the library. It's a lovely library, with soaring ceilings and vast windows and big, plush leather chairs and - of course - miles and miles of books. We...
I wrote a post last week that I now regret writing. Sort of. I suppose that it's more accurate to say that I now have reservations about having written it: regret is the wrong...
It's been two weeks since my little big boy blasted his way into our lives, and I'd had every intention, this weekend, of crafting some wonderfully mushy letter to him, welcoming him to the...
