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Am I Losing My Hair?

By Andrea Mulder-Slater

I was born with a full head of hair. I’m talking about the kind of tufts that would look right at home in an advertisement for baby hair gel... if babies used hair gel. Looking back, it’s entirely possible my penchant for hair product first began when – as a toddler – I styled my locks with oatmeal.

By the time I could ride a bike, the only way to contain my mop was a tidy, at-home-mullet, courtesy of mom.

Fortunately, as a kid, I had no real concept of what it meant to look good. In fact, rummaging through old family photographs, one might assume I grew up in a house without mirrors. Or reflective surfaces of any kind.

I Changed My Life With This European Bedroom Hack

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Minimalism is hard.

And yet, it’s all the rage. I mean, everybody’s either doing it, or thinking about doing it. This includes dyed-in-the-wool hoarders, forward-thinking hamsters, and anyone who lives in a tiny house.

Even I’ve (almost) embraced the trend.

For example, I know people who have watched Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things on Netflix and I own The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I’ve also held all of my belongings and waited for them to bring me joy. (And let me just say, Marie Kondo, that’s a lot of pressure to put on a pair of 99 cent socks rescued from the depths of the last chance sale bin at Old Navy.)

Get friendly with glitter. Over and over (and over) again.

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

Every once in a while, I lose my mind.

And then, I buy glitter.

I never know what will trigger the purchase. Sometimes it’s hearing a Depeche Mode song at the grocery store while I’m picking up string cheese. Other times it’s the absence of coffee cream in my refrigerator. Mostly, it’s nostalgia - or amnesia - brought on by lack of sleep. And Pinterest.

Should We Care About Cursive?

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

A few summers ago, my 90-year-old neighbour was over for a visit when she spotted a list I had left on the table. “You are far less reserved than you appear,” she said. “I can see it in your handwriting.”

Find out exactly how I feel about cursive in the classroom, by reading an article I wrote for CBC.

Read it here...

Chocolate, only better

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

I grew up in the 1990s.

Ok, I also grew up in the 1980s.

The thing is — when I was a kid in the 1970s, money was tight and we didn't have a ton of extra cash available for buying store-bought treats. Cakes were reserved for birthdays (and were always homemade), ice cream was a once or twice a year delicacy and the closest I came to Popsicles were the delicious frozen chunks of apple juice nestled in our ice cube trays.