Ooo Child, things’ll get easier

“I thought you were 21, 22!” “Ha,” I scoff (21 is generous, early 30s might be a wee more realistic), “I have a kid in college!” Don’t be deceived by over-sized bows and a penchant for knee highs. I absolutely have three teenagers, one of whom is closing in on her final lap around these…

The Importance of the Bathroom Box

When I moved to Kingston, I was 35, and I’d never lived anywhere else. Yeah, I’d had a previous address in a different part of the province when I was a kid. But I’d moved up to Kitchener when I was 12, and my formative years were spent in the tricities, calling them home, planting roots,…