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Eleanor

As a child, I was given plenty of chances to go off the rails. My parents, Canadians in Britain were always the outsiders on the street. The ones who didn’t quite conform, who did things a little differently; with their funny accents and ‘American’ words and odd cooking habits. You have to also realize that […]

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For the last ten years I’ve been waiting; April 1st circled in fluorescent pink on my calendar. My brother, who is two years older than me, is a perfectionist. He flew through high-school, a straight-A student. He received the coveted position of Head Boy and was the lead in the school musical that year. He […]

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It seems that I’ve been labouring away under a false assumption that after the dust has settled; the newborn stage is over, the kids are weaned, sleeping starts to settle, toilet training is complete….that suddenly everything would get easier. I’ve been labouring away. And labouring away and labouring away and oh my GOD! I’ve just […]

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The Downward Spiral

by Eleanor on February 27, 2010 · 6 comments

Summer 1998 in the UK was cool, wet and dull but I didn’t care. I was 26, had a good job, tons of friends, a brand new car and had just bought my first house in Liverpool where I’d been transferred for work. There was so much to see and do; cool bands played there, […]

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Gift Wars

by Eleanor on February 11, 2010 · 11 comments

My husband ‘M’, the lucky bugger, has been sent to Vegas twice in the last two years for work conferences.  The first time he went was when our son ‘A’ was tiny and he returned after his three days away from us laden with exciting-looking gifts. A gorgeous and funky Paul Frank game for ‘A’ […]

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The Maple Syrup Incident

by Eleanor on February 8, 2010 · 2 comments

During the last week I noticed a sudden infestation of teeny tiny dust bunnies around our house. They were collecting in the corners, sticking to my children’s clothes and drifting around in the wake of anyone walking past like miniature tumbleweeds. I’d been sweeping them up but more and more kept appearing and it took […]

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As someone that likes to be firmly in control of my life, there are times when I find heading into the unknown void that is the future almost unbearable. Now that I am a parent, that’s amplified tenfold. I’ve been chewing on the future for a while now as my husband and I go through […]

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Crying Over Spilt Milk

by Eleanor on January 20, 2010 · 0 comments

I was looking for a lost shoe. It was a teeny sneaker, Keds, size 4.5 that had belonged to my son two years ago and I was thinking it would look pretty good on my daughter who is learning to walk. I had one of the shoes in my hand, and was in the process […]

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