I picked up a challah from Harbord Bakery today and it’s still warm. I got a brisket in the oven. And Adam picked up some grape juice so Ethan and I can do the blessing over the wine tonight. So far so good...all the boxes checked. Oh. And one more thing: Next week, Ethan starts Catholic school. No matter how many boxes I tick off in the Balabusta/Yenta Playbook, I know that this decision will disappoint a lot of people in my life. And while nothing is more . . .
Going Home
It's amazing how life will run it's ordinary course and in the blink of an eye, one event can change everything. As I sit in my parents backyard, my childhood home in Thornhill, I wonder: How did this happen? Covid happened. The last few months have not been easy for my family. My mom is still in the hospital after having a fall at home. And 2 weeks ago, my dad was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with Pericarditis (a virus that causes inflammation to sac surrounding . . .
Our Week in Kingston
Over the last few months, I have been really craving family time. Last week, the three of us packed up the car and escaped Toronto to visit Adam's family in Kingston. I didn't realize just how much I was missing this in my life. I haven't seen my own parents in over 6 months (and counting). And even though our government says we are allowed to build a circle of up to 10 people, the decision to do so, comes with a lot of risks. Not only are my parents seniors, but . . .
Dear 2020 Me,
Dear 2020 me, We need to talk because there are some things you need to know. Around this time last year, we welcomed 2019 with a set of highly ambitious list of life goals. But life had other plans. I learned many things in 2019. Some things made me be a better human. Some things challenged my personal views, values and beliefs. Some things I had to fight through. Some things were just at best, messy. Yes, 2019 could very well be summed up as “not your greatest . . .
The Last 7 Months
I remember hearing somewhere that the trick to finding something to write about is to hold on to the idea until the words can’t stay contained inside of you anymore. Well. Today is that day. Words are overflowing. Emotions are running high. But mostly nerves. It’s been seven months since I last posted anything here. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I apologize for the strong language but really? How has so much time gone by? Wait. No. I retract that apology. I'm not . . .