The story of Henny Penny reminds me of all the women in my family. Four generations of X-chromosomes ranging from the ages of 80 to barely 1, and when they get together, there is a whole lot of clucking and quaking. The ladies like to...
Did the school principal have your parent’s telephone number on speed dial. Or were you covered in gold star stickers, a teacher’s pet? Every principal I ever had knew me by name. I always had the knack for being at the wrong place at the...
Life has been really hectic lately (cue the violins). For the last two months, I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Some times I wonder why I put up with the craziness of this industry. Breaking into the children’s...
Easter is just a hop away (heh, I kill myself sometimes). Keep reading...
For $6.99 plus tax ($5.99 in the U.S.) you could own one of the WORLD’S GREATEST BOOKS. My first encounter with The Story of Ferdinand was actually in elementary school when I saw the animated short by Disney. “Ferdinand the Bull” won an Academy Award...
He shoots, he scores!!! Like millions of other Canadians this past Sunday, I was glued to my television set, watching the gold medal game between Canada and United States in the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics. One game. One chance. One winner. It was intense, with the...
Chicken wings, sausages, salami and RIBS are a few of my favorite things, which is a major offense for a vegetarian. Three years ago, I had it in my head that it would be a brilliant idea for a vegetarian to attend rib feast, which...
I have a sister and, trust me, one is enough. She is younger and taller than me. I could fill several blog entries with embarrassing stories about Annie, but knowing my sister, she would probably retaliate ten-fold. Keep reading...
When I was in junior high, I had a mean old bat for an art teacher. Let us call her Old Bat for short, in order to protect the not-so-innocent. Whenever she got angry, her voice would screech like nails on a chalkboard, and no...
My sister and I received identical teddy bears when we were young. I figure it was my Mom’s way of preventing sibling rivalry – no bear was bigger, better or stronger than the other. My bear was named after a boy I had a crush...