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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