Scratch Food with a Side of Geek Mom and Pop Culture.
For years, I’ve been patiently waiting to bring my son into the world of SF literature and film that I love so deeply. We’ve been dancing around the edges of lore for a few months, bringing him into a love of robots with the Voltron reboot and the concept of aliens with Pacific Rim. But he wasn’t ready…
When my doctor’s office called me back a couple weeks following a routine physical, I had a sick feeling of dread. “Irregular pap,” the doctor’s assistant said. Cervical cancer!? My mind panicked. But my mouth, fortunately, knew what to say. “What happens now?”
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The look on my six-year-old’s face let me know that it wasn’t a good day. Moms can tell. Unfortunately, I also had an idea what might be wrong. You see, I was recently gifted a brand new Jansport backpack. A lovely, bright purple backpack. It was part of a promotional package for the Netflix show The Unbreakable…
If there was ever something that I thought might try to wrestle the parenting reins away from me, I never, never once thought that it might be Minecraft. Instead, what started as a blocky-looking creative builder game swiftly evolved into the bane of my husband’s and my existence. A few of my son’s classmates played,…
In the category of “things you probably don’t know about me,” like many most writers, I knew I wanted to write for years. This was something that was encouraged, and even lauded as part of a familial tradition. My grandfather was a writer, although he was more of the historian persuasion–he’s actually responsible for a…
I was just getting the hang of being a parent. My son was three. He could talk and somewhat dress himself, and I thought: “it’s smooth sailing from here on in, baby!” And then, it was time to register him for school in Junior Kindergarten. I discovered a whole new pile of things to worry…
At five, my boy’s gotten past the stage where he thinks pushing the vacuum and doing dishes is so much fun that mom was hogging the chores to herself. This is sad, mostly because he’s only just gotten to the stage where he actually cleans something. In my house, the rule is “work then play.”…
It was a cold day in December, and I had glorious visions of bonding with my three year old son over the time-honoured traditions of Christmas cookie-making. We were bent over the rolled out dough. Flour gently dusted everything. His little fingers oh-so-carefully lifted the gingerbread man we just cut and set it on the…