Yazan: Candace | 22 April 2008 | No Comments
Categories: Divorce, Family, Life, Relationships, Technology
Every time my kids go to their dad’s they ask me to take care of their Webkinz gardens. At xmas time they ask me to loot the NeoPets advent calendar for them. I do my best but times three kids it can add up to a considerable amount of time. I try hard to get […]
Yazan: Candace | 17 April 2008 | No Comments
Categories: Divorce, Family, Happy, Life, Relationships
These may be obvious to others but I’ve recently discovered a few things that are making life a lot easier. Rob and I blended families last fall and it hasn’t all been a picnic. Some of it’s because of the craziness of our own particular situations but some of it is just because it’s hard […]
Yazan: Candace | 19 November 2007 | 1 Comment
Categories: Bodies, Culture, Divorce, Family, Life, Relationships
When you live with someone and they’re sad and not talking I guess it’s natural to think it’s your fault. But if the person is sad to the point that they’re not talking, not acting like they usually do, are withdrawn, sleeping a lot, maybe crying for no reason that you can see, it’s most […]
Yazan: Candace | 26 September 2007 | 1 Comment
Categories: Divorce, Family, Happy, Life, Marriage, Relationships
My daughter came home last night. I have to wonder if maybe I’ve saved her life. I know too many kids whose families are divorced. They found living with one parent too difficult and either left or got thrown out and sent to live with the other parent. Of course it was only ever a […]
Yazan: Candace | 25 September 2007 | No Comments
Categories: Canadiana, Culture, Divorce, Family, Feminism, Happy, Life, Marriage, Relationships
My daughter should be home by 4:30 p.m. today. Today the judge ordered her father to return her to me. He was found in contempt of court and read the riot act. What a relief. It’s been a week and a half since he took her.
Yazan: Candace | 20 September 2007 | 2 Comments
Categories: Bodies, Canadiana, Divorce, Family, Feminism, Life, Marriage, Relationships, School, Women's Studies
Every divorced parent’s nightmare is probably that their child goes for visitation with the other parent and never comes back again. I never thought it would happen to me. But it did. My daughter went for the weekend with her dad, didn’t go to her aikido class, hasn’t been to school all week, and didn’t […]
Yazan: Candace | 14 February 2007 | No Comments
Categories: Activism, Bodies, Culture, Diversity, Divorce, Family, Feminism, Feminist Theory, Happy, Language, Life, Marriage, Masculinity, Relationships, Sexism, Sexuality, Third Wave, Women's Studies
When you decide that things aren’t quite right and that you have the power to make changes in the world, however large or small those changes might be, you leave the path. You can no longer follow the map of your youth, the instruction book your parents gave you, or mimic the decisions made by […]
Yazan: Candace | 19 December 2006 | No Comments
Categories: Aging, Divorce, Family, Life, Relationships
Happy Birthday to me. I have a bit of a cold but I’m dosing with mega-Vitamin C and echinacea-goldenseal tincture. I wrote my last exam today, I proctored the exam for the last class as TA for the semester and I’m about halfway through the marking. Later Rob is taking me for dinner and there […]
Yazan: Candace | 16 September 2006 | Comments Off on Stupid. Custody. Orders.
Categories: Bodies, Divorce, Family, Life, Masculinity, Relationships
Their father picked them up this morning for his every-other-weekend and started to pull away from the curb. He paused a few feet up the street and my daughter (12) opened her window and said the youngest (5) forgot to hug me. I could hear him in the back seat saying “Mama – I didn’t […]
Yazan: Candace | 11 September 2006 | No Comments
Categories: Divorce, Family, Happy, Life, Relationships
I have been trying to make the house more functional. When we first moved here years ago the house was gross – a real fixer-upper but all we could afford: fillled with mouse poo, dog pee in every room, angry holes had been smashed in the walls, graffiti was everywhere and these were just the […]