Little Match Baby

Consider: a girl, no more than seven, stands with her cheeks puffed out, eyes averted to something more interesting off-camera. She’s wearing canvas dockworker pants, clogs with a slight platform, a ruffly knit vest. There’s a basket beside her, empty, …

The Parents of Stranger Things, Ranked

Warning: this post contains mild spoilers for Seasons 1 and 2 of the Netflix show Stranger Things. Read at your own peril. Dr. Martin “Papa” Brenner: Okay, let’s start with the worst of the lot. Dr. Brenner, “father”/guardian/kidnapper of resident …

Fearful for the Future: A List

An incomplete list of things I fear as the mother of a 21-month old boy: // cancer; drowning; dying in a fire; dying in a Trump-related nuclear conflagration; getting hit by a car;  growing up and going to university and …

“I’m a Punk!”: Toddler Time

Tonight, my no-longer-a-baby baby, clad only in a diaper, climbed on top of me and bellowed “I’m a punk!” the way a wolf would howl gleefully at a moon. He’s 20 months old. In baby terms, he’s a teenager—funny, wise, …

Drift and Earthquakes: On Friends

Many years ago, I read an advice column about ending friendships. The columnist pointed out that it’s not like a romantic breakup, which has a protocol and a timeline and had been immortalized in fiction and onscreen (mostly by John …

High School :: Motherhood

There is a picture of me somewhere—I’m not sure who took it or where I’ve seen it, but I have—of me in high school. In it, my hair is wrapped in a pink scarf, I’m wearing a vintage Coca-Cola shirt, …

Diamond Boobies Bullshit

I love breastfeeding NS. At first, it was a source of worry—is he getting enough? too much? at the right time? is he latched? is he full? fuck, what are my boob doing all the way down there?—but these days, …

Maternal Energy

When I was a kid, my mom favoured the kind of art that you might thing of as “boring museum:” gauzy and romantic, featuring lots of children in straw hats, mothers in white lace dresses, lazy days on a skiff, …

Book Club: The Handmaid’s Tale

Straight off the bat, I’m just going to say it: Margaret Atwood makes me cranky. She’s been, like, the Grand Dame of Canadian Letters since forever; frankly, I haven’t drank that Kool-Aid in a long while. Books like Oryx and …

There Is A Toddler, And There Is Me

I didn’t know I wasn’t really a baby person until I spent a year with one. I love NS, obviously—everyone loves their own babies—but babies are tedious little creatures sometimes. They’re in there, but the humanity is sketched broadly and …