Let The Kids Ride The Bus

From the day we moved into the neighbourhood, we walked with our kids. The girls—there were only two then—would walk with the mister most days while I was working in my home office. (more…)

The Last Chris Day

Caoimhe wakes up every day and asks, “Is it a Chris day?” The answer defines her dress, her mood, her pace. This morning I replied (making a special effort not to let my voice crack), “Today is your last Chris day—ever.”  (more…)

Who is making your sandwich?

June 6, 2013

The mister was standing at the window, holding binoculars to his eyes like a ship’s captain. I was pacing to and from the window wanting to look but not wanting to be seen. We had sent our two older children, ages 6 and 4, on their first unaccompanied errand a block away to the mailbox and we were in the middle of an embarrassing but unconscious display of helicopter parenting.

How had it come to this? (more…)