Book Review: When We Became Three

When We Became Three: A Memory Book For the Modern Familyby Jill Caryl Weiner My mom kept a baby book. It was an album with photographs and notes, and in it she recorded my first steps and my first words. She pieced it together by hand, and included photographic prints, my birth announcement in the... Continue Reading →

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Secretions

I currently prove multiple times a day that I am a mammal. I'm feeding a living being through my secretions. That's a weird thing for an animal to do--to take food and not just mush it up for our offspring, but to digest it and then create an entirely new substance that is enough for... Continue Reading →

Children and Creativity

I was recently asked if having kids has had any effect on my creativity. This is a question that’s been floating around my household quite a bit, actually. And it’s been especially relevant since about July 16th, 2012, when my husband and I welcomed our first child. See, I’m a writer and teacher with some... Continue Reading →

The Millie Method

I’ve inadvertently discovered the best contraceptive method known to man (and woman). And it’s all thanks to Millie, my 4-month old cousin (once removed). Let me explain. When my cousin and his family visited over the weekend, they needed a babysitter while they went to a close friend’s party. Faced with the prospect of a... Continue Reading →

Twerking

I embarrass my family. I know I do. Especially and in particular my children.You know what? I do not care. I would say that this is one of those parental revenge things, but that's not it at all. You could also argue that embarrassing your child is one of the weird privileges that comes with... Continue Reading →

Back to School Interview: Sara Goas

For the past six and a half years, I've taught English to public school ninth graders. This year, I actually have a brand new job: teaching seventh grade English in a very religious, Jewish private school.

A Tale of Many Magnets

Growing up in a first world country, I had the usual collection of Polly Pockets and Barbie dolls that most little girls are given at one point or another in their childhood. The Polly Pockets came with little clamshell worlds, while the Barbies had a large wardrobe for the (non-)discerning fashionista-to-be. But despite these toys,... Continue Reading →

Another Time, Another Place

A favourite story of mine is one that my dad would always tell me and my sister when we were children. It's about a little boy who lived in a kampong, a small rural village in Malaysia, back around 1950. Now, my dad would say, this boy was incredibly mischievous, always getting himself into no... Continue Reading →

Soaked

Their feet were pounding as fast as they could manage. The two of them were laughing as they ran, twisting though the alleys of the adjoining cul-de-sacs. "This is your fault!" yelled Bill. "What?" cried Jim. "You came up with the idea!" They paused around the corner, hiding, panting, shushing each other, listening out for... Continue Reading →

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