Things I Can’t Take Part One: Meds

  Yikes. It is alarming to visit my blog and see blank space where my latest post should be. It’s been weeks since I’ve posted. Okay, four months. I’ve been away, descended again to that black country called Depression.  Exhaustion. Apathy. Disinterest. I continued to march, of course, because that is what the Primary Parent […]

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Life on the Bandwagon

    It’s been three weeks since I last posted. Holy falling off the bandwagon! That’s backwards actually. I haven’t fallen off the bandwagon, I’ve been driving it non-stop, ferrying my teenage daughters everywhere they need to go. Take today, for instance. I picked up my moppets from school at three p.m., scooted down the street to […]

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Road Testing the Mood-o-Meter

“Are we speeding?” Lindsay asks. I take my foot off the accelerator, the engine audibly slowing as the van moves uphill. The speedometer arrow drops from seventy to fifty (that’s kilometres, by the way). A beat passes. “No we’re not speeding,” I say. “Mom,” she says, her voice measured and serious. “We were speeding.”  At […]

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Mom, Can You Hand Me _____________?

    I am driving my dust-coloured mini-van. I keep my eyes on the road and one hand on the wheel. The other hand flails about searching the glove compartment/my purse/the floor of the van. Mom, can you hand me the IPOD antenna? The baby wipes. A napkin. A bandaid! The bottle of water rolling around […]

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My Way or the Highway: the Work on the Road

  Have I mentioned that I am afraid of driving on highways? As in, heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing, sweaty-handed death grip on the steering wheel afraid.  Controlled-access highways are especially terror-inducing.  Anywhere, for that matter, where it feels as though there is no means to escape, nowhere to safely pull over and breathe. Highways with box barriers […]

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