Happenings in and around a quiet suburban home.


Posted on January 29, 2013

Bristol is terribly quiet and mild-mannered even when he’s laughing. He rears back slightly and lets a small chuckle escape from his mouth and belly. “You will be fine”, he says, still giggling at us. “But for now, I think you’d better go back inside.”

What he meant to say, of course, was “Silly Canadians”.

The three of us were seated around a small patio table at the TEJA Executive Lodge. My travel companion Kim and I had asked John a few questions about our visit to the lodge located in Mansa, a rural town in northern Zambia.

“What’s around here?” we had asked, given that the lodge was gated and fenced and we could not see much outside.

“There…” Bristol said pointing over one wall at a large tented structure, “…There they distribute maize. It’s a food depot. And down the street? It’s a prison.”

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A final review

Posted on November 24, 2012

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It’s been months, but we’re still enjoying the mementos from our Pacific-side trip. The photo books have been printed, notes have been cataloged and souvenirs nestled throughout the house. And now, just before we finally turn the corner and dive headfirst into Christmas, the video.

Question 4 and 5

Posted on September 19, 2012

Question 4: Did they think your kids were cute?

Curtis has warned us about this. “They think all western kids looks like angels”, were his exact words. It was supposed to be a good thing. Instead, we ended up with two little mooch-divas who learned to pose cutely for cameras and expect edible rewards.

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Question 3

Posted on September 6, 2012

Question 3 – Did they eat the food?


These children are their mother’s daughters. Not to mention that their father can pack away a couple bag of chips and a box of cookies in a single sitting. In Edie’s daycare journal it is not uncommon to find entries like “Had four servings of lunch today.”, while Ava has been known to clean me out of fresh veggies for a stir fry by the time I finish chopping.

Enjoying a nibble or two is an event in which this family performs well. The eating gene, you see, is passed down from generations of women who can eat more than their body weight in salmon (I’m looking at you, Grandma T) or stomach open-faced bacon and Cheese Whiz sandwiches as a midnight snack after a drink or two (props to Grandma E).

Yes, they ate the food. Most of it, anyway. Three weeks makes for a lot of eating, so I’ll highlight just a few culinary experiences (and won’t mention the single stop we made at McDonald’s that ended up inadvertently costing us an afternoon of sightseeing.)

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