Sometimes the girls like to put on a show for us. They sing or dance or do small living-room-size acrobatics. They were doing this for me yesterday when Emma suddenly started posturing in a really odd way. She was sticking her hip way out and looking out from under her eyebrows. “Why are you … Continue reading →

Attention potential Googlers: This blog belongs to the girl formerly known as Andrea Bartunek. I grew up in Bramalea and went to Dorset Drive PS (grades K - 6), followed by W.G. Davis (7-8) and then J.A.Turner SS (grades 9 - 13) in Brampton. Last night I had one of those long Googlefests. You … Continue reading →

* Almost immediately upon arrival, Emma attempted to wrap her arms around an old tree only to stumble and slide, mid-hug, down the length of the tree trunk. The insides of both arms are scraped. So is her chest. * Lying on this beach is a lot like being in a beehive. Everything bustles. * I have … Continue reading →

Well, suffice it to say that this week has been up, and it's been down. There's almost too much to write at the moment and I'm too pooped to even think. Let's just say it involves career choices mixed in with a dollop of hangwringing and anxiety. Unrelated: I usually don't laugh out loud while … Continue reading →