Tag: good-enough

  • Boring Old Weekends – Nothing But Life

    I missed my posts last weekend. I also missed yesterday’s post. It turns out that weekends are much, much busier than weekdays. I must not be the only person that is true for, since the blog stats go down on weekends. Presumably, you all are out living your lives, rather than reading about other people’s?…

  • Slowing Down

    A radical, heretical proposal to our energy problems. Use less energy.

  • Being the Good Enough Mother

    I had an odd experience yesterday: I had a moment of feeling… oh… what’s the word? I’ve felt it before, but it is rare and fleeting. Ah, yes. That’s it… accomplished! And what  brought me to this strange state of affairs? It was nothing more than what I read about other people doing every day.…

  • Who Wants to be a Billionaire?

    I’ve had this song stuck in my head since I went dancing last weekend: (Contains the word “fuck” a couple of times. Visuals completely acceptable in public.) [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aRor905cCw] I started off thinking, “But, I don’t want to be a billionaire.” Now that I’ve read the lyrics, and watched the video, I’m smitten. Love the song,…

  • Cape Breton Chic

    And this is why I was shopping for boots: Photo credit: E.J. Burtt, potter extraordinaire.

  • More Time at the Office

    It is a common expression: Nobody on their death bed ever wished that they spent more time at the office. I woke up pondering that one morning last week, after a Christmas break spent deeply immersed in home life, kids, mess, and chickens. I want to tell you a secret. Sometimes, I wish that I…

  • Breast Feeding, Formula and Risk Analysis

    The choice between formula and starvation is a no-brainer. I had an inadequate milk supply. I did. Yes, I tried that. I tried that, too. With my first baby, I saw, oh… something like 17 doctors, lactation consultants, and midwives, including Dr. Jack Newman (the guru of Canadian breastfeeding). There were herbs, and pumps, and…

  • Birthdays are a-comin’ in

    Loud sing cuckoo? Eleven years ago this evening, I was hanging out in a hospital room waiting for this labour thing to get going already. It did, I became a mom as a result, and tomorrow we get to celebrate my son’s continued trip around the planet. All awesome. But for me, a birthday is…