Some houses are ruled by the parents. Some are ruled by the kids. I suspect very few are ruled by a bunny. And yet somehow ours is. How did that happen? Shadow, the free-range bunny, is now an officia...
I’ve now popped our Beat the Couch signs up along East Broadway and North Shore for a little marketing blitz.
I took great care to make sure they were perfectly aligned. I even drove past them again ...
I’m writing this cross-legged on the sofa, clutching a hot herbal tea and wondering what to chat to you about this week. I’m surrounded by a sea of pistachio shells, carefully constructed toys the kid...
Well, hasn’t it been quite the week? Challenging politics in a small environment makes for an intense atmosphere.
After ten amazing years, and with a Bermudian husband and children, I have invested ev...
Another week, another domestic saga. This time, the girls have befriended a pet bunny who lives on our development and hops between the houses. They have called it Cottontail although other people cal...
Since having kids, all sorts of strange things have happened to my food. I have discovered glitter in my cereal and crayons in my tea. I have rescued Strawberry Shortcake from the bottom of a bag of n...
Well here we are, happy 2015! I always love the surge of optimism a new year brings. Our bodies are sludgy and hurting and sloshing with drink but we are determined to get ourselves together.
I am no...
Naughty Nana and Roo Roo have arrived for Christmas!
What is it about grandparents and funny names? Saying them in front of other people is a bit like giving out the e-mail address you thought was co...
I have to start this with a confession. I haven’t bought my kids salad spinners for Christmas. I have actually bought them American Girl dolls. I did my best to pretend they didn’t exist (the dolls, n...
By Catherine Burns
Just back in from the America’s Cup celebrations and despite Belle heckling the speeches we had a lovely time.
When I say “lovely”, I mean I survived without an injury despite all ...
