When I was a kid, every year my dad lined up with tens of other hard-core parents on a predetermined morning sometime in November. The mission? Get tickets for a beloved event: the Breakfast with Santa that took place on the top floor of the downtown Eaton's in Victoria, British Columbia. For much of my … Continue reading Breakfast with Santa
Tag: childhood
Choir with Dad
My dad, an accomplished musician and musicologist himself, has consistently encouraged me to foster my own appreciation for and skills in the musical arts. When I was a child, this came mostly in the form of my taking piano lessons—only briefly from him, though, since we quickly discovered that this kind of father-daughter collaboration wasn’t … Continue reading Choir with Dad
A Post about Dolls
First, an update on this hospital stay: I’m still here. I’m still tired of being here. I’m now tired of writing about being here. And that, my friends, is all the justification I need to shift gears and blog about dolls. This isn’t going to be a controversial post about whether or not parents should … Continue reading A Post about Dolls
Hairstory (Part I: Childhood)
In case the title of this post didn't clue you in, I'm about to give a brief history of my hair, inspired by the series of increasingly drastic haircuts I've been getting leading up to pre-surgery head-shaving. It is thus completely understandable, even admirable, if you choose to stop reading. Can't say I didn't warn … Continue reading Hairstory (Part I: Childhood)
Summer Camp
When I was a kid—ten or eleven years old, maybe; I've blocked my exact age, along with many other details of the experience, from my memory—I went to sleepaway camp for the first and only time. Since I'm afraid that the owners of said establishment might stumble upon this blog entry one day, I won't … Continue reading Summer Camp
