Category Archives: playing

Home away from home

My children (courtesy of their father) are half-Canadian. In the bizarre way that life sometimes unfolds, their cousins are also half-bloods, since my sister married a Canadian as well. We settled south of the border; they live just north. We’re lucky enough to be separated by a short car trip and generally friendly border guards,…

>Why we have kids

>You wanna go hide?  my son asks.  {Note:  he has his pronouns reversed, so when he says ‘you’ he means himself and ‘I’ usually means me, the mama.} Ok, go hide, I tell him.  He runs off to the other side of the backyard. One, two, three… I begin counting. Four, five!  I hear the…