I dispise it when an artist is described as a mixture of two or more completely different famous artists. It’s simply not fair. I will never forget the Canadian band Kashtin– not because I like or even listened to the band, but because they were perpetually advertised on the CBC as sounding... 

D. finally got her baby shower. Just a week and a half shy of the due date, she braved her sciatica and wobbly hips to hit the highway and head for Pickering, Ontario. It was a fantastic time, with frozen baby ice cubes, strange games, and lots of labour talk. And the presents! Presents upon generous... 

I’ve heard them called birth coaches, I’ve heard them called advocates for the baby, and I’ve heard them called ‘Huh?’. We’re trying to book a doula for D.’s homebirth at the moment, and whenever I mention the word people have no idea what I’m on about.... 

Pastels, $5,000 mohair girraffes, and a million baby GAP ads aside, Marth Stewart baby is a fantastic magazine. The art direction is clean and fresh, the photography is soft and warm, and there are some great ideas– like cutting up old t-shirts to make baby hats. “Step aside Martha, there’s... 

Some weeks ago, a white, symetrical pair of wings appeared at the base of my ‘baby’ fingernail. This strange tattoo, this irregular mineral deposit, felt imbued with inexplicable mysticism. They were angel wings, i thought, bearing great news. A downy cherubic clock, a countdown to my first... 

Use this Latin version of A Prayer before Logging onto the Internet to replace all Lorem Ipsum in graphic layouts. If you don’t know what i’m talking about, don’t fret. Just feel comfort in the fact that the Catholic Church has shortlisted Saint Isodore of Seville as the Proposed Patron... 

Today D. and I went to a photography studio and got naked. Fiona Cunningham took some wonderful shots of D. posing naked with child, and I was thrown into the mix a little later on. It’s an interesting experience to take off everything in front of a total stranger. “I’m so used to this...