Venue Production: “But you watched Beauty and the Beast just because your girls wanted you to right?” Me: “Um… sorta” I’ve always loved Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I remember taking a buddy of mine to see the original cartoon in theatres in high school. He thought it was weird but had nothing else to do. I apparently didn’t think it was weird. I love … Continue reading Beauty and the Beast
Why is it that most mornings I’m half distracted when my girls are talking to me on the way to school? From Katie’s stories which are always far too detailed to hold my attention, to Neela’s ridiculous little ramblings about butterflies, it’s hard to focus. My older two talk on a different level about relationships and their subsequent pressures and joys, and I can’t help … Continue reading The Walk to School
My youngest girl is eight and my oldest is fourteen. I have just six years (if I’m lucky) to teach Neela to avoid the pitfall of finding her worth by comparing herself to others. Arwen walked into a new high school as a grade nine student two months into the school year. I was thinking of hanging a sign around her neck that says LOOK … Continue reading Peer Pressure
“My body doth protest too much, methinks”. (Shakespearean-ish quote). If I hate one people group it would be fit people. I don’t hate anybody, but if I did it would be them. I especially hate fit people who don’t try to pressure me to get fit because if I was them I would definitely be pointing out to everyone how fit I … Continue reading Exercise: The Noisy Killer
“None of you kids are allowed to _____ anymore!!!” We’ve all done it… made a rule or policy for everyone to avoid a conversation with someone. There are many things I love about Canadian culture, fairness being one of them. But can one be too fair? I mean are we talking about equal opportunity or levelling the playing field so everyone has to be mediocre … Continue reading How Fair is Fair?
I have four daughters and one wife. That’s five women in my immediate vicinity every morning. Growing up with only one brother was…. different. Less talk and more eating. It’s very interesting, and amusing for my mother that I am the one who most often deals with the emotional highs and lows of my own girls. My wife certainly … Continue reading Mornings with Daughters
Neela Neela…… I’m starting to get some grey hair and I know where it’s coming from. We’re driving around town the other day and Neela asks me “Dad, are you in love with anyone?” I just look at her. She now has the attention of my other girls in the car. I say wryly “Of course I am! I’m in love with you!” She starts … Continue reading “But I love him dad!”