Hot Vomit

The story of a can of corn, a plugged toilet, and a desperate mission.

It takes a fall down the stairs, to come to terms with a mysterious injury.

Somehow, you're floating off to the side of those conversations, almost nostalgic for them. Even though they're happening right now.

A wise person once told me, don't believe everything you think.

This lady, with shoulder-length hair, blue jeans, a button-up blouse, and a huge mean grin plastered to her face, found her way to us - and went off like a pistol.

Then he gave me a long serious look that seemed to say: "Hmm. I'm not so sure about this."

I smiled even bigger, with the drycleaning bag stuck to my messy bun hair and responded like a Valley Girl: "Popsicle please!"

He flew out of bed and immediately got two timers - I didn't even know we had two timers - and started documenting everything in a coil notebook.

I'm definitely not ready now and I have a 3-year old.

After 39 years of being told to shut up - it's starting to add up.

A trip to the family doctor, where you're seen as you never have before.

Bimji showed me how to shove a little bit of kindness, into this heart of mine.

It was the first time in my life, I was living a dream. And I knew I was not supposed to feel anything else except grandeur...and wonder.

The maternal instinct versus a wolf spider. And the winner is ...

Lake O'Hara, a campground nuisance and Carly Simon.

Turning our hellish trip into the best invite I had ever received.

So let's say there was a woman in her mid-thirties...

Bollyfit was like stepping into an alternate universe.

Love is a feeling, like a warm dark stone.

Writing these cards, it struck me how intensely I could feel two things at once: gratitude and devastation.

It felt so surreal to be writing this email, straddling the world of being pregnant and becoming, very quickly, unpregnant.

In my mind, there was no way I was going to be going through this horror show publicly.

Hang on to your socks. Deep breath. I'm pregnant.

A case of mistaken identity and the mountain called Sparrowhawk.

When the last time you had your hair cut, was before your son was born - and now he's almost two - it can be a rude self awakening.

Where dressing up Canadian, can get you a marriage proposal ... or two.

A Valentine's Day like no other.

Karimka would change everything.