Monthly Archives: September 2016

  1. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #7 All the Little Things

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    September 26, 2016 by Katia

    All the little things. A week flies by, crawling as it does so, and you’ve already forgotten about the apple …
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  2. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #6: Museums

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    September 25, 2016 by Katia

    I rarely experience museums the same way anymore. At best they’re a promise that never quite gets fulfilled. Mostly we …
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  3. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #5: Dreams

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    September 23, 2016 by Katia

    I used to have the best dreams, even when they were the worst ones. They spread all through me reaching …
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  4. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #4: Stuff

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    September 22, 2016 by Katia

    Last week my preschooler was invited to a birthday party at an indoor playground. I was recovering from one of …
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  5. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #3: Birds

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    September 21, 2016 by Katia

    I immediately loved the birds. I’ve seen sparrows and doves back home, but when I moved to Canada, I was …
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  6. Seven Love Stories in Seven Days- #2: Instagram and other Filters

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    September 20, 2016 by Katia

    I was a latecomer to the Instagram scene thinking that what the world didn’t need was one more person sharing …
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  7. Seven Short Love Stories in Seven Days – #1: Tree

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    September 19, 2016 by Katia

    It wasn’t my favourite tree. It wasn’t as imposing as the oak in the backyard. It wasn’t beautiful, or even …
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“First they snub the prototype (a cake-shaped squishy they’re introduced to for the very first time by fellow patrons at an Italian restaurant) with a superior shrug ‘no, thanks’. Next they announce that the continuation of their lives depends on the ownership of squishies and following the protocol, they launch a campaign. Smelling the familiar scent of victory, they throw in – as a sign of good will – a symbolic amount our way to be put toward the purchase of squishies as gifts. They select two identical sweet-smelling bread loaf squishies, and make all of their friends and friends’ friends and not so close friends and parents and dog-walking neighbours look at them. The realization that this is IT in terms of squishy versatility and repertoire must be sinking in. As time elapses the squishies generate an “11” (on a scale of 1-5, 1 being ‘passionate’ and 5 ‘hysteric’) in outbursts of emotion, but only upon realization that the objects are missing. The squishies, as all other midlife toys (three days to two weeks post-purchase) now evoke indifference and hysteria depending on their status (present or missing) and start resurfacing in off-the-beaten-track locations such as the bathroom cabinet and more popular destinations, like the parents’ bedroom. Eventually, after a three month hiatus and permanent pendulum shift toward ‘who dis’ one of the squishies is torn in half.” Continued on the blog. #amwriting #blogger #parenting #parentinghumour #parentinghumor #squishies #blogpost #funnymoms #momsofinstagram #iamthemilk #wordpress #wordpressblog
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