Monday, May 6, 2013 at 2:53PM When something is weird with a toddler, which is every day, you have to make that call. Not a phone call; I make a judgment call. Because in my house we don’t call the fancy Vancouver MD every time a string of green slime snots out onto her upper lip like a fancy skinned caterpillar.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013 at 9:22AM Sorry. I wrote for another site.
Before you burn my clothes and take an unsheathed golf club to my BMW (because I have both), know that it was for an amazing site.
Victoria Mom is a passion project of my lovely friend Amber. She crafted a website out of hard goddamn work, time and endless reams of energy, in and around singing and raising a terribly energetic nearly 3 year old.
I loved writing it and I hope you like reading it.
Monday, January 14, 2013 at 11:25PM Maybe I’m feeling way low slung in a funk because if a writer is a writer then they write and guess what: I’m not writing. I’m not blogging. I’m backed up with word constipation and shit is about to get real messy.
Thursday, September 27, 2012 at 2:59PM Two years. Two years old. Two years ago today.
Dear Stella,
Thank you for being a total science dolt like me. Your frustration and utter lack of common sense with the mechanics of stacking blocks relieves me – I will never be called down to the cop shop at 2 am after you’ve been caught as the leader of a 1950s girl gang who steals cars in saddle shoes.
Saturday, August 4, 2012 at 12:23AM Good times. The best times. The-last-scene-from-Dazed-and-Confused-as-they’re-driving-in-the-car-with-the-windows-down-while-the-sun-comes-up times. For me - 1993. Or maybe 1994.
