Stucum Wi: Wanosts’a7 Dr. Lorna Williams walks in wisdom, Part 2

My son heads off to kindergarten in September. Game-changer, friends say. You don’t get as much time as you think, say others. I can’t wait to learn to read, he says. What just happened to the past five years? I think. He will catch the school bus, from our driveway, through Mount Currie, to school….

Pull up a chair, and take a friggin’ breath

There was the kid, on the cusp of two and three quarters, acting up. “Apparently it’s not the terrible twos,” stage-whispered my husband dramatically, from the wings of the boy’s wild air-slaps and projectile-tosses and whiny-growls. “It’s the terrible threes.” What are we in for? “Stop,” I said to the wee savage. “Do you need…

It’s called flow state because you just can’t force it.

“Babies can’t do that.” This is currently my kid’s favourite phrase, and frankly, our best leverage to attempt to manipulate him, great big two and a half year old that he is, into doing our bidding. “Oh, well, putting on pyjamas is for big boys. Babies can’t do that.” Babies don’t wear sunglasses, he noted…

New Year’s Resolution: Be the Most Mediocre Mother Ever

I am having a baby. It was a slip-up. Seriously. In 17 years, my husband and I, who like each other a lot, and have been officially ambivalent about having a kid that entire time, had unprotected sex, once. It came after a lot of cocktails. Bam. A little stowaway snuck past the Gates of…