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Saturday Thoughts


by Andrea Mulder-Slater



I am eating string cheese while Post Malone’s Circles plays on Spotify. I am safe. My skin is light.

Today I am privileged.

My daughter asks me why some people hate others simply because of the colour of their skin.

“I don’t know,” is the not the only answer I can give her.

Suddenly homeschooling? Ditch the 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?”