There are few people who are as good at developing community online for writers as Kristen Lamb, a gun-slinging, quad-riding, social media Texan Jedi. Now she and her business partner Ingrid Schaffenburg (think Obi-Wan with ballet training) have taken a giant leap forward and are developing a virtual cafe for creative people, be they artists, writers, photographers, or choreographer-animators. It’s called WANA Tribe. WANA stands for We Artists Need Alcohol We Are Not Alone. The Tribe is a ning, a social network of like-minded people. It’s growing and anyone can join. There are all kind of cool sub-tribes, from Non-Fiction Fans/Writers […]
It’s prom season. Maybe I’ll tell my prom story one of these days. It’s as cliche as they get. ~ But for now, please click over to Nickelodeon’s NickMom to read my latest attempt at humor. ~ ~ Top 9 Things Moms Don’t Want Their Daughters To Say After Prom Here’s a teaser: #7: “And then I used my fake ID to buy drinks for everyone!” Click here to read the rest of What You Don’t Want Your Daughter To Say After Prom.
William, now 8, is still every bit the same boy he was at 7. On Tuesday, his birthday, he hopped on the bathroom scale to see if he was indeed bigger. He was. This weekend, he showed us more behaviour that revealed he is my same-but-bigger son. On Friday morning, he was angry because I wouldn’t let him take the 4-in-1 Spiderman car that Grandma had given him to school. He protested by sticking his head in the bush at the bus stop. ~ Then the next day, William came into the house with these: He punched a fist full […]
Here’s an excerpt from my latest humour column in The Calgary Herald: You know you’re a parent when you pray that your children allow you to sleep in. Until 7: 30 a.m. Last Saturday my husband vacated the bedroom early to pursue his hobby of collecting other people’s useless crap, also known as rummaging through garage sales. I was in my typical sleepy state of sensory deprivation – earplugs in, blackout blind drawn, my entire body mummified under the covers – completely unaware that he’d left to partake in the 21st-century suburban ritual of swapping stuff from IKEA. I wasn’t […]