The urban myth went something like this: "A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was ca...
I was scrolling languidly through my beloved twitter-feed late one night when I saw a little tweet that caught my eye. I opened the link and to my horror found a post that I had written. There was no mention of my name. Whatsoever. Someone else h...
This afternoon's normally humdrum experience of picking up my eldest child from the school "stop, drop and GO!" zone presented a disturbing conundrum indeed. The supervisor had made a slight error in judgment and had "released" children to their pare...
My friend and I collapsed gratefully into the faux leather couches at our local coffee shop while our eclectic collection of children scampered together delightedly in the fenced playpen aka "baby-jail". She ordered herbal tea. I ordered a double sho...
Actually… yes it is. It just depends on the way you look at it. Husband thinks that the Monty Python series is gut achingly hilarious. I do not get it. At all. When my 4 year old twins watch The Upside Down Show, I worry that their uncontrollable la...
I always find it ironic that traffic light systems around the world are based on the premise that green means go and red means stop. Those who have studied the effects of colour on the human psyche tell us that green imparts a sense of harmony, balan...
"I was thinking of building an ant farm this week actually." The words came out of my mouth like one of those horrific, post champagne hiccups over which you have absolutely no control or warning. An ant farm???? Why oh why would I say such a thing?...