I’M STILL REALLY COOL

Do you feel old? Age is strange; you always feel the same (it’s still me in here guys!) and yet the world seems to slowly transition around you. The landscape begins to tilt somewhere in your early 30’s where cool music is no longer that cool and fashion feels like a language you once knew…

GUILT TRIP

A scenario: Your three-year-old is acting like a crazy and completely intolerable human being, dishing out physical and mental abuse at every opportunity, and being whinier than a Beyoncé song (sorry, had to). You reach your max and officially have zero fucks left to give by 7pm. The final straw? He throws a converter at…

DEAR ANXIETY

Dear Anxiety, I wasn’t expecting to see you, nor your more elusive sidekick, O.C.D. – but alas, here we are. Considering the “Baby Blues” I suffered through during my first trimester, I was prepared for hormones to deliver a classic case of PPD following the birth of our Dear Otis. Instead, my postpartum infliction has…

CRY THAT SHIT OUT (IF YOU WANT)

Let me begin by declaring that I have zero intention of actually participating in this stupid debate.  Whether or not you decide to sleep train your kids is not my problem and I thank God for that everyday because I’ve got my own fucking problems.  All I can speak to is my own experience. For…

THE ONLY WAY TO MOM AND YOGA

You may or may not know, but I recently had a baby and I’ve desperately been trying to get back into my yoga practice. It’s not going so well. Being a single mom, means I’m with my daughter all the time. She also refuses to take a bottle, no matter what I have tried, so…

LOSING MY POSTNATAL VIRGINITY

I was so convinced that my vagina would be demolished through childbirth that I spent close to $100.00 on online orders of plus-size adult diapers, perineum shaped ice packs, and Tucks antiseptic wipes. I thought for sure, looking at my 6’4” husband, that our baby, Otis, would destroy me and leave me crotch-broken for months….

YOU KNOW YOU’RE A TORONTO MAMA WHEN…

Whether she’s pushing a stroller, pulling a wagon, bike-chauffeuring or wearing her little one in a sling, when a Toronto mama passes one of her own kind as she makes her way down the busy city streets, expect a warm smile or a knowing nod; after all, we are all in this together.  We know the…

WHAT A WEEK-LONG FAMILY REUNION IN JAMAICA TAUGHT ME ABOUT PARENTING

Thanks to the blind luck of being born into what is arguably one of the loveliest families currently roaming the planet (pardon le bias), last week, I was afforded the opportunity to board a Jamaica-bound plane and join 50 members of my extended (maternal) family for a multi-day reunion of epic proportions. The idea came about…

REBEL MAMA REAL TALK PT. THREE

Well ladies, this is the third edition and I can easily commit to doing these for decades if our tribe continues to serve us the straight goods. For those who don’t know, REBEL MAMA REAL TALK is a compilation of excerpts plucked right out of our community of Rebels, and is the most honest and…

THANKS, BUT NO THANKS: ADDRESSING THE OVER-GIFTING EPIDEMIC

Clutter. Mess. STUFF.  Those who know me, know that I can’t focus on a damn thing if my home isn’t tidy to the standards of a boutique hotel. In actual fact, that’s the feeling I like to evoke around here. Minus the room service (although it would be a nice touch). But beyond the fact that…

SLEEP TRAINING BULLSHIT

BY: KRISTAN MARQUES This sleep schedule shit is ridiculous and Google is the devil.  There, I said it. I am sitting here, timing the length of nap #2, “the most important nap of the day” – supposedly.  How long should this nap be again? One site says 2.5 hours, another says 1.5 hours. But baby…

TOO HOT TO BE A MOM (WHAT?)

This won’t be a long post. It’s more of a rant and then I’m done with the topic because dwelling on it and expending more energy on it would just be a waste of my time. A few nights ago, at a scene-y party downtown, a stranger told me he thought I was beautiful. I…