What happens to the kids if you die overseas?
What are the chances of a pair of TCK’s from equally dysfunctional families getting married and having babies?
All we could do was wait…
As T berates me for my poor timekeeping my mind returns to the days when my father collected me from school. I smile to myself at how lucky he is - I know all about waiting…
Challenges of interracial marriage
Making an intercultural marriage work takes dedication and strength, but on the plus side, we have a super-strong family bond, a vast capacity for empathy and understanding and the confidence that comes from knowing you’ve forged your own path in the big wide world and you have the cojones to deal with whatever comes your way. No regrets, right?
Mummy bloggers – the retail industry’s secret weapon?
They’re just like you and me aren’t they? Down-to-earth, honest-to-goodness parents giving us the inside scoop on child rearing. But access to family email inboxes nationwide makes the mummy blogger a marketing man’s dream. What if some of them embrace the Dark Side?
Choking on the memory
When the kids to wrap their fingers around my neck in play I’m transported back in time to the day a man strangled his daughter on the stairs of their home while her mother and siblings watched...
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This is an interesting insight into how Canadians view themselves and their country. But it leaves out so many things I think Canada has a right to feel proud of, and draws attention to some that don't do it justice...
“I have a house…”
Far from here, a world away in time and distance, a house patiently waits for me, forever in freeze-frame, like the old grandfather clock in the nursery rhyme that "stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died."
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Do you like your name? Is it your given name, or is it a nickname - something somebody identified about you that stuck, however astutely observant or wildly inaccurate it may be? I grew up with a very different name from the one I have now. I hated it...
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I walked into the woman's house a mess of blonde curls, tears and streaked mascara. I was shaking from panic and bowed by the humiliation of a total stranger seeing me like this; so emotional and exposed. My father followed, already demanding her attention with his diatribe about me, "Can I use your phone to let the police know where we are?"... "Can I use your phone to let the police know where we are?"
