I noticed the flashing LED light on my phone and I grabbed it absentmindedly. Just another assignment coming through, I thought. But I hadn’t received an email. I had four missed phone calls. And two voicemail messages.
These were the darkest hours. I don’t like to remember them. But I can’t pretend they didn’t exist
You’d see Ottawa today, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same city that was stuck in…
Just in the last month, MEXX, Smart Set and Futureshop have folded abruptly. I guess the pair of red cargo pants I bought at MEXX in 2005 are now a collector’s item.
French are epicurean, joyous pessimistic and self-conscious hedonist. North Americans, on the other hand, strive for perfection and constantly want to better themselves and those around them.
We are so desperate for spring that when the temperature climbs to 5°C, people are walking around wearing shorts.
I’m car watching the same way I would be people watching if I was sitting at the terrace of a busy café somewhere in Europe. Instead of checking out people’s shoes, I look at bumpers and plates.
I’m scared of normal stuff: people around me getting hurt, daycare centres going bankrupt, not making enough money, dying, not being a good enough mother, running out of time, my mother-in-law and forgetting important stuff. I’m not scared of monsters, so I’m a great monster exterminator.
There are only so many hours in the day and they are always booked by two main tasks—work and Mark. In between, a myriad of small duties, a series of minor events and a plethora of incidents will incapacitate me here and there, as if I was in a videogame.
Stereotypes can be used because it’s so damn convenient when unpredictable human beings fit into little boxes, properly labelled. They are broad generalizations, and they are sometime true. But as long as you don’t treat stereotypes as iron-clad laws that apply to every single person, I don’t see why we should pretend they don’t exist.
There was no party, no engagement period, no white dress—we did have rings but only because we bought them on the way to the ceremony.
We rarely truly pay attention to the various background sounds around us, yet they are part of our environment and clue us in constantly.
It is March Break and Mark’s daycare decided to organize fun activities throughout the week. It’s a great idea, except that tomorrow is “Beach Day”. And I must admit I’m struggling with the concept.
On a cold and snowy day of December, I probably scarred a toddler for life. “Oh no! Doing what?” “Using… the negative form. And an exclamation point.”