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Suddenly homeschooling? Ditch the F-ing schedule!

by Andrea Mulder-Slater



We are living in interesting times…

Smack dab in the middle of a pandemic is a place most of us never expected to be and yet, here we are.

Make no mistake. COVID-19 is a threat. But, the hysteria surrounding the pandemic is becoming as dangerous as the virus itself.

Who drank the hot chocolate?

by Andrea Mulder-Slater


After she had spent several hours at the horse barn on a frosty December evening, I offered to make my daughter a hot chocolate to warm her up.

Because she has food allergies, making a drink like this for my kiddo is a bit more complicated than simply pouring boiling water over a packet of Carnation instant mix.

Instead, there’s a process which involves harvesting raw cocoa, sifting purified icing sugar and slow cooking organic milk all while burning sage and standing on one foot.

Ok, well that’s not actually true.

But, I do keep my daughter safe by mixing the right amounts of allergen-free sugar with allergen-free cocoa and allergen-free milk and bringing all of it to a boil in a pot on the stove.

My point here is, once I’ve made a cup of hot chocolate, I need a nap. And a bag of chips.

You're dumber than you think

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

I drove into town with my mom to do some banking. 

Because it was after hours, the plan was to use the machine to deposit a cheque and withdraw $200 to pay a guy for doing some work on my husband's truck.



It was a simple errand.

I went through the doors and walked over to the machine. Holding a cheque in one hand, I reached for the deposit envelope with my other hand. Only, there were no envelopes.

What are you looking for?

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

One morning when my daughter was 3, she and I were walking along the seashore at low tide, searching for what the waves had brought in.



As we stepped carefully around the rocks - our rubber boots sinking into the squishy sand beneath our feet - we discovered seaweed, sand dollars, crabs, sea urchins, periwinkles and even a starfish or two.

“Can we take them home? Pleeeease?”

This is 10

by Andrea Mulder-Slater

This not-so-little-anymore person turned ten this week, and spent her birthday at the hospital, waiting for word on whether her great aunt had survived a massive stroke. 

From the in utero loss of her twin and my father's sudden passing, to my mom's medical scares and my aunt's uphill battle, this angel child knows far more about life, death and survival than most others her age. 



When she was born, I wanted to shield my daughter from the frightening realities of the world. 


But life is what happens when you're making other plans. 

In spite of everything, my 10 year old still finds joy in little things, plays like a trooper, laughs with her friends, dances like no one is watching and is excited to see the sun rise each day. 


She is my joyous old soul. 


And I want to be just like her when I grow up.

No, really.