MOAM Book Club
TV of course is a non-issue – nothing’s on. Movies are a crap-shoot: ie. most are crap. Which is why every mag, paper and website puts out its annual summer reading list. And MOAM is no exception (erm…except that it’s not annual…)
Boob
Those crazy Swedes have gone and named nursing clothes Boob. Genius. In name and in nature.
Do You Believe in Magic – Part II
Some things simply cannot be explained, right? These weren’t mere card tricks or slights of hand – tho’ he could (and did) do those too. Card after card after card. They weren’t simply illusions…
Boots Made for (Winter) Walking
April showers bring May flowers. So what do March snowstorms bring? An excuse to go out and buy new boots.
It’s a Kind of Magic
It’s the bullet. The Magic Bullet. I’ve been shot. Neither grinder nor blender, cuisinart nor mixer, it’s combo. A sit-on-the-counter, throw-in-your-dishwasher, who-knew combo.
Great Leap Forward
TV=bad. TV=fat. TV=ADD. Until I had kids. Suddenly, there was a new god in town, a new kind of salvation. We called it the television. And just when we’d finally got a handle on the TV situation, my older son asked me for a Game Cube.
Hit This Mob
Shopoholics, look out – Mob is back. Modern Objects of Beauty, that is.
A Word From Your Sponsor
A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere…..people started sending me stuff. Free stuff. It was cool. Except now that they’ve paid the bill, I’m expected to, ahem, put out. And I can’t. I’m just not that kind of girl.
Montreal Mon Amour
My man and I love our babes to bits. But we also love each other, which is why we skipped town, hit the 401 and headed to Montreal.
Montreal, je t’aime. Stunning, accessible, and a helluva lot cheaper than Toronto, what’s not to love? Everyone’s got their fave places and spaces. And here are mine…
Oprah Move Over
At long last, I am giving the people what they want: the eagerly awaited, long anticipated, not imitated: MOAM BOOK CLUB.